The Effects Of Good Music Are Not

A Man's Shortcomings Are Taken From His Epoch; His Virtues And Greatness Belong To Himself.

Give Me The Benefit Of Your Convictions, If You Have Any; But Keep Your Doubts To Yourself, For I Have Enough Of My Own.

Sin Writes Histories, Goodness Is Silent.

The Soul Of Man Is Like To Water; From Heaven It Cometh, To Heaven It Riseth And Then Returning To Earth, Forever Alternating.

It Used To Happen, And Still Happens, To Me To Take No Pleasure In A Work Of Art At The First Sight Of It, Because It Is Too Much For Me; But If I Suspect Any Merit In It, I Try To Get At It; And Then I Never Fail To Make The Most Gratifying Discoveries--to Find New Qualities In The Work Itself And New Faculties In Myself.