Good Music Is Very Close To Primitive

Those Who Fear The Facts Will Forever Try To Discredit The Fact-finders.

You Live As If You Were Destined To Live Forever, No Thought Of Your Frailty Ever Enters Your Head, Of How Much Time Has Already Gone By You Take No Heed. You Squander Time As If You Drew From A Full And Abundant Supply, So All The While That Day Which You Bestow On Some Person Or Thing Is Perhaps Your Last. You Have All The Fears Of Mortals And All The Desires Of Immortals… What Foolish Forgetfulness Of Mortality To Defer Wise Resolutions To The Fiftieth Or Sixtieth Year, And To Intend To Begin Life At A Point To Which Few Have Attained.

What Is A Monster? A Being Whose Survival Is Incompatible With The Existing Order.

When One Compares The Talents One Has With Those Of A Leibniz , One Is Tempted To Throw Away One's Books And Go Die Quietly In The Dark Of Some Forgotten Corner.

And His Hands Would Plait The Priest's Entrails, For Want Of A Rope, To Strangle Kings.