There Are Noble Books But One Wants

Every Fact Is Impure, But Every Fact Contains In It The Juices Of Life. Every Fact Is A Clod, From Which May Grow An Amaranth Or A Palm.

Beware Of Over-great Pleasure In Being Popular Or Even Beloved.

It Is A Vulgar Error That Love, A Love, To Woman Is Her Whole Existence; She Is Born For Truth And Love In Their Universal Energy

Those Have Not Lived Who Have Not Seen Rome.

The Soul Of The Great Musician Can Only Be Expressed In Music.