We would liken music to Aladdin's lamp — worthless in itself, not so for the spirits which obey its call. We love… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
There is the cause for pleasure and for pain: But music moves us, and we know not why? We feel the tears,… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
I can pass days Stretch'd in the shade of those old cedar trees, Watching the sunshine like a blessing fall,-- The breeze… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Music is the language of some other state, born of memory. For what can wake the soul's strong instinct of some other… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
We love music for the buried hopes, the garnered memories, the tender feelings it can summon at a touch. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Alas! we makeA ladder of our thoughts, where angels step,But sleep ourselves at the foot: our high resolvesLook down upon our slumbering acts. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Imagination is to love what gas is to the balloon-that which raises it from earth. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
the fact is, that life is too short to be occupied by aught but the present - hope and remembrance are equally a waste… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
There is no existence so content as that whose present is engrossed by employment, and whose future is filled by some strong hope, the… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Toil is the portion of day, as sleep is that of night; but if there be one hour of the twenty-four which has the… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
Consistency is a human word, but it certainly expresses nothing human. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
