Flowers produce an effect on me which can only be produced in an equal degree by music.

I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again.

I cannot sing the old songs, I sang long years ago, For heart and voice would fail me, And foolish tears would flow.

What good it does one to have a hearty, uncontrollable fit of laughter.

Very few worries can stand against the influence of a good long walk ... How many petty annoyances have I thus walked away!

Its circumference was tiny, but he had a life, and he would not give it up.

The monastic studies have tended, for the most part, to darken, rather than to dispel, the cloud of superstition.

Have we not the brains to think? Hands to work? Hearts to feel? And lives to live?

(In cooking), there is always room for careful tinkering.

There's this thing called compulsory licensing law that allows artists through the record companies to take your music at will without your permission.

A fool with a tool still remains a fool.

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.

Whenever I heard the song of a bird and the answering call of its mate, I could visualize the notes in scale, all built up within my consciousness as a natural symphony.