[T]o talk well and eloquently is a very great art, but that an equally great one is to know the right moment to stop. |
As death, when we come to consider it closely, is the true goal of our existence . . . |
As death, when we come to consider it closely, is the true goal of our existence, I have formed during the last few years such close relations with this best and truest friend of mankind, that his image is not only no longer terrifying to me, but is |
I pay no attention whatever to anybody's praise or blame. I simply follow my own feelings. |
I thank my God for graciously granting me the opportunity of learning that death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness. |
I thank my God for graciously granting me the opportunity of learning that death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness. |
If you're not beguiling by age 12, forget it. |
It is a great consolation for me to remember that the Lord, to whom I had drawn near in humble and child-like faith, has suffered and died for me, and that He will look on me in love and compassion. |
Music, even in situations of the greatest horror, should never be painful to the ear but should flatter and charm it, and thereby always remain music. |
Music, even in situations of the greatest horror, should never be painful to the ear but should flatter and charm it, and thereby always remain music. |
Music, even in situations of the greatest horror, should never be painful to the ear but should flatter and charm it, and thereby always remain music. |
My great-grandfather used to say to his wife, my great-grandmother, who in turn told her daughter, my grandmother, who repeated it to her daughter, my mother, who used to remind her daughter, my own sister, that to talk well and eloquently was a very great art, but that an equally great one was to know the right moment to stop. |
My subject enlarges itself, becomes methodized and define, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it, like a fine picture or a beautiful statute, at a glance. |
Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius. |
Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, I hear them all at once. What a delight this is! All this inventing, this producing, takes place in a pleasing, lively dream. |