The Object Of Music Is A Sound.

Omnia Apud Me Mathematica Fiunt.

I Am Thing That Thinks: That Is, A Things That Doubts,affirms, Denies, Understands A Few Things, Is Ignorant Of Many Things, Is Willing, Is Unwilling, And Also Which Imagines And Has Sensory Perceptions.

In The Matter Of A Difficult Question It Is More Likely That The Truth Should Have Been Discovered By The Few Than By The Many.

Your Joy Is Your Sorrow Unmasked. And The Self-same Well From Which Your Laughter Rises Was Often-times Filled With Your Tears.

It Is To The Body Alone That We Should Attribute Everything That Can Be Observed In Us To Oppose Our Reason.