Music produces a kind of pleasure which human nature cannot do without.

Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly.

Every age has its own kind of war, its own limiting conditions and its own peculiar preconceptions.

As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being.

But still a Ruby kindles in the Vine, And many a Garden by the Water blows.