Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven.
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife. Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art: I warm'd both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art.
There is a desire of property in the sanest and best men, which Nature seems to have implanted as conservative of her works, and which is necessary to encourage and keep alive the arts.