“The human voice is the organ of the soul.”

For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.

The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.

All things come round to him who will but wait.

For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.

Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.

Talk not of wasted affection – affection never was wasted.

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.

It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.

The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy.

That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.

Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man’s enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.

Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.

All organs of an animal form a single system, the parts of which hang together, and act and re-act upon one another; and no modifications can appear in one part without bringing about corresponding modifications in all the rest.

It is not the organs-that is, the character and form of the animal’s bodily parts-that have given rise to its habits and particular structures. It is the habits and manner of life and the conditions in which its ancestors lived that have in the course of time fashioned its bodily form, its organs and qualities.

The eye is a menace to clear sight, the ear is a menace to subtle hearing, the mind is a menace to wisdom, every organ of the senses is a menace to its own capacity.

The brains -the thinking organs- are the world producers -nature’s genitals.

I used to think that the brain was the most wonderful organ in my body. Then I realized who was telling me this.

When i feel tense, I remember to relax all of the muscles and organs in my body

The butterflies in my stomach were devouring my organs. The feeling wasn’t mutual.

In my judgment an organic machine new to nature never arises, since it always contains an infinity of organs so that it can express, in its own way, the whole universe; indeed, it always contains all past and present times.