No Man Can Ever Be Secure Until

So It Follows That Those Who Have Reason Have Freedom To Will Or Not To Will, Although This Freedom Is Not Equal In All Of Them. [...] Human Souls Are More Free When They Persevere In The Contemplation Of The Mind Of God, Less Free When They Descend To The Corporeal, And Even Less Free When They Are Entirely Imprisoned In Earthly Flesh And Blood.

I Who Once Wrote Songs With Keen Delight Am Now By Sorrow Driven To Take Up Melancholy Measures. Wounded Muses Tell Me What I Must Write, And Elegiac Verses Bathe My Face With Real Tears. Not Even Terror Could Drive From Me These Faithful Companions Of My Long Journey. Poetry, Which Was Once The Glory Of My Happy And Flourishing Youth, Is Still My Comfort In This Misery Of My Old Age.

Who Would Give A Law To Lovers? Love Is Unto Itself A Higher Law.

Music Is Part Of Us, And Either Ennobles Or Degrades Our Behavior.

Give Me Thy Light, And Fix My Eyes On Thee!