Every Disease Is A Musical Problem; Every

It Is Not Merely The Multiplicity Of Tints, The Gladness Of Tone, Or The Balminess Of The Air Which Delight In The Spring; It Is The Still Consecrated Spirit Of Hope, The Prophecy Of Happy Days Yet To Come; The Endless Variety Of Nature, With Presentiments Of Eternal Flowers Which Never Shall Fade, And Sympathy With The Blessedness Of The Ever-developing World.

To Romanticize The World Is To Make Us Aware Of The Magic, Mystery And Wonder Of The World; It Is To Educate The Senses To See The Ordinary As Extraordinary, The Familiar As Strange, The Mundane As Sacred, The Finite As Infinite.

Man Is A Sun And His Senses Are The Planets.

One Should, When Overwhelmed By The Shadow Of A Giant, Move Aside And See If The Colossal Shadow Isn't Merely That Of A Pygmy Blocking Out The Sun.

A God-intoxicated Man. [ger., Gott-trunkener Mensch.]