The Seat Of The Soul Is Where

Every Disease Is A Musical Problem; Every Cure Is A Musical Solution.

The Art Of Writing Books Is Not Yet Invented. But It Is At The Point Of Being Invented. Fragments Of This Nature Are Literary Seeds. There May Be Many An Infertile Grain Among Them: Nevertheless, If Only Some Come Up!

Nature Is An Aeolian Harp, A Musical Instrument Whose Tones Are The Re-echo Of Higher Strings Within Us.

Every Disease Is A Musical Problem. Its Cure A Musical Solution. The More Rapid And Complete The Solution, The Greater The Musical Talent Of The Doctor.

I Often Feel, And Ever More Deeply I Realize, That Fate And Character Are The Same Conception.