Always Stand By Form Against Force.

All Of One's Life Is Music, If One Touches The Notes Rightly, And In Time.

There Is No Action So Slight Or So Mean But It May Be Done To A Great Purpose, And Ennobled Thereby.

Once Thoroughly Our Own, The Knowledge Ceases To Give Us Pleasure.

How False Is The Conception, How Frantic The Pursuit, Of That Treacherous Phantom Which Men Call Liberty.

All That Is Good In Art Is The Expression Of One Soul Talking To Another, And Is Precious According To The Greatness Of The Soul That Utters It.