“Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies.”

“to beThine evermore; youth mingled with thy youth,Age with thine age; in thy grave mine; above,Spirit beside thy spirit; - this the loveGod teacheth man to pray for!”

“What men want is not talent, it is purpose; in other words, not the power to achieve, but will to labor. I believe that labor judiciously and continuously applied becomes genius.”

“Genius does what it must, and talent does what it can”

“The spelling and handwriting were those of a man imperfectly educated, but still the language itself was forcible. In the expressions of endearment there was a kind of rough, wild love; but here and there were dark unintelligible hints at some secret not of love,----some secret that seemed of crime. "We ought to love each other," was one of the sentences I remember, "for how everyone else would execrate us if all was known." Again: "Don't let anyone be in the same room with you at night,----you talk in your sleep." And again: "What's done can't be undone; and I tell you there's nothing against us unless the dead could come to life." Here there was underlined in a better handwriting (a female's), "They do!”

“Laws die. Books never.”

“A good heart is better than all the heads in the world.”