This love of beauty is Taste. Others have the same love in such excess, that, not content with admiring, they seek to embody it in new forms. The cre… - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Music takes us out of the actual and whispers to us dim secrets that startles out wonder as to who we are, and for what, whence, and whereto.

The purpose of life seems to be to acquaint a man with himself and whatever science or art or course of action he engages in reacts upon and illuminates the recesses of his own mind. Thus friends seem to be only mirrors to draw out and explain to us ourselves; and that which draws us nearer our fellow man, is, that the deep Heart in one, answers the deep Heart in another, — that we find we have (a common Nature) — one life which runs through all individuals, and which is indeed Divine.

We do not quite forgive a giver. The hand that feeds us is in some danger of being bitten.