Is it the breath, merely, of the performer on a wind- instrument, or the skillful, supple fingers of the performer on a stringed i...nstrument which evoke those tones which lay upon us a spell of such power, and awaken that inexpressible feeling, akin to nothing else on earth--the sense of a distant spirit world, and of our own higher life in it? Is it not, rather, the mind, the soul, the heart, which merely employ those bodily organs to give forth into our external life what we feel in our inner depths?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Everything here below beneath the sun is subject to continual change; and perhaps there is nothing which can be called more incons...tant than opinion, which turns round in an everlasting circle like the wheel of fortune. He who reaps praise today is overwhelmed with biting censure tomorrow; today we trample under foot the man who tomorrow will be raised far above us.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »