In Music The Passions Enjoy Themselves.

In The End Things Must Be As They Are And Have Always Been--the Great Things Remain For The Great, The Abysses For The Profound, The Delicacies And Thrills For The Refined, And, To Sum Up Shortly, Everything Rare For The Rare.

Mozart, The Last Chord Of A Centuries-old Great European Taste.

Do You Call Yourself Free? It Is Your Ruling Thought That I Would Hear, And Not That You Have Escaped From A Yoke.

The Universe Without Music Would Be Madness.

Our Sense Of The Tragic Waxes And Wanes With Our Sensuality.