Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars.
All the forces in the world are not so powerful as an idea whose time has come.
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
Verse in itself does not constitute poetry. Verse is only an elegant vestment for a beautiful form. Poetry can express itself in prose, but it does so more perfectly under the grace and majesty of verse. It is poetry of soul that inspires noble sentiments and noble actions as well as noble writings.