There is geometry in the humming of the strings. There is music in the spacing of the spheres.
In this theater of man’s life, it is reserved only for God and angels to be lookers-on.
A man is never as big as when he is on his knees to help a child.
Reason is immortal, all else mortal.
Choose always the way that seems the best, however rough it may be; custom will soon render it easy and agreeable.
There is nothing so easy but that it becomes difficult when you do it reluctantly.
