I Wish To Be At Any Time

I Love Him Whose Soul Is So Overfull That He Forgetteth Himself, And All Things Are In Him: Thus All Things Become His Down-going.

Life Without Music Is Only Error, Exhaustion, Exile... Indeed, There Is Nothing That Concerns Me More Than The Fate Of Music.

How Much Truth Does A Spirit Endure, How Much Truth Does It Dare?

A Nation Usually Renews Its Youth On A Political Sick-bed, And There Finds Again The Spirit Which It Had Gradually Lost In Seeking And Maintaining Power.

I Too Have Been In The Underworld, As Was Odysseus, And I Will Often Be There Again; Not Only Sheep Have I Sacrificed So As To Beable To Speak With A Few Dead Souls, But Neither Have I Spared My Own Blood As Well.