I Am Always Insincere, As Always Knowing

I Think Sometimes Could I Only Have Music On My Own Terms, Could I Live In A Great City, And Know Where I Could Go Whenever I Wished The Ablution And Inundation Of Musical Waves, That Were A Bath And A Medicine.

Man Is The Dwarf Of Himself.

It Is The Privilege Of Any Human Work Which Is Well Done To Invest The Doer With A Certain Haughtiness. He Can Well Afford Not To Conciliate, Whose Faithful Work Will Answer For Him.

Concentration Is The Secret Of Srength.

What Is Addressed To Us For Contemplation Does Not Threaten Us, But Makes Us Intellectual Beings.