Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.

Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble in a statue the marble must be like flesh.

Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.

Nature has made a pebble and a female. The lapidary makes the diamond, and the lover makes the woman.