Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out.
I hate facts. I always say the chief end of man is to form general propositions – adding that no general proposition is worth a damn.
Science is a first-rate piece of furniture for a man’s upper chamber, if he has common sense on the ground floor.
Nature, when she invented, manufactured, and patented her authors, contrived to make critics out of the chips that were left.
A few can touch the magic string, and noisy fame is proud to win them: Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them!
Men do not quit playing because they grow old they grow old because they quit playing.