Thoughts There Are, That Need No Embodying,

Let Us Be Men With Men, And Always Children Before God; For In His Eyes We Are But Children. Old Age Itself, In Presence Of Eternity, Is But The First Moment Of A Morning.

One Should Choose For A Wife Only Such A Woman As He Would Choose For A Friend, Were She A Man.

Every Modulated Sound Is Not A Song, And Every Voice That Executes A Beautiful Air Does Not Sing. Singing Should Enchant. But To Produce This Effect There Must Be A Quality Of Soul And Voice Which Is By No Means Common Even With Great Singers.

When One Has Too Great A Dread Of What Is Impending, One Feels Some Relief When The Trouble Has Come.

The Soul Paints Itself In Our Machines.