Every Disease Is A Musical Problem; Every

It Is Not Merely The Multiplicity Of Tints, The Gladness Of Tone, Or The Balminess Of The Air Which Delight In The Spring; It Is The Still Consecrated Spirit Of Hope, The Prophecy Of Happy Days Yet To Come; The Endless Variety Of Nature, With Presentiments Of Eternal Flowers Which Never Shall Fade, And Sympathy With The Blessedness Of The Ever-developing World.

Mathematics Is The Life Of The Gods.

Only The Most Perfect Human Being Can Design The Most Perfect Philosophy.

Life Is The Beginning Of Death. Life Is For The Sake Of Death. Death Is At Once The End And The Beginning—at Once Separation And Closer Union Of The Self. Through Death The Reduction Is Complete.

To Romanticize The World Is To Make Us Aware Of The Magic, Mystery And Wonder Of The World; It Is To Educate The Senses To See The Ordinary As Extraordinary, The Familiar As Strange, The Mundane As Sacred, The Finite As Infinite.