There Is No Dignity Like The Dignity

The Modern Minds In Each Generation Are The Critics Who Preserve Us From A Petrifying World, Who Will Not Leave Us To Walk Undisturbed In The Ways Of Our Fathers.

The Suffering Of A Soul That Can Suffer Greatly -- That And Only That, Is Tragedy.

The Heterodoxy Of One Generation Is The Orthodoxy Of The Next.

...a Chasm Opened In The Earth And Out Of It Coal-black Horses Sprang, Drawing A Chariot And Driven By One Who Had A Look Of Dark Splendor, Majestic And Beautiful And Terrible. He Caught Her To Him And Held Her Close. The Next Moment She Was Being Borne Away From The Radiance Of Earth In Springtime To The World Of The Dead By The King Who Rules It.

No Facts, However Indubitably Detected, No Effort Of Reason, However Magnificently Maintained, Can Prove That Bach's Music Is Beautiful.