Music is a part of us, and either ennobles or degrades our behavior.

Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.

Who can give law to lovers? Love is a greater law to itself.

In every kind of adversity, the bitterest part of a man's affliction is to remember that he once was happy.

Whose happiness is so firmly established that he has no quarrel from any side with his estate of life?

He who has calmly reconciled his life to fate, and set proud death beneath his feet, can look fortune in the face, unbending both to good and bad: his countenance unconquered he can shew.

Nothing is miserable unless you think it so.