All Fortune Is Good Fortune; For It

A Man Content To Go To Heaven Alone Will Never Go To Heaven.

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

Wretched Men Cringe Before Tyrants Who Have No Power, The Victims Of Their Trivial Hopes And Fears. They Do Not Realise That Anger Is Hopeless, Fear Is Pointless And Desire All A Delusion. He Whose Heart Is Fickle Is Not His Own Master, Has Thrown Away His Shield, Deserted His Post, And He Forges The Links Of The Chain That Holds Him.

As Far As Possible, Join Faith To Reason.

I Scarcely Know The Meaning Of Your Question; Much Less Can I Answer It.