It is the soul that does things in this life--the rest is vapour.

How do we distinguish love ?--as we do music by the pure note won from resolute strings.

The tense chord is music, and it is love.

This higher and higher mountain air, with you beside me, sweeps me like a harp.' 'Oh! talk on, talk on! talk ever! do not cease talking to me!' exclaimed Clotilde.
'You feel the mountain spirit ?' 'I feel that you reveal it.' 'Tell me the books you have been reading.' 'Oh, light literature-poor stuff.' 'When we two read together you will not say that.

Light literature is the garden and the orchard, the fountain, the rainbow, the far view; the view within us as well as without.