In Every Object There Is Inexhaustible Meaning.

Genius Is An Infinite Capacity For Taking Pains.

In A Certain Sense All Men Are Historians.

The Outer Passes Away; The Innermost Is The Same Yesterday, Today, And Forever.

Goethe's Devil Is A Cultivated Personage And Acquainted With The Modern Sciences; Sneers At Witchcraft And The Black Art Even While Employing Them, And Doubts Most Things, Nay, Half Disbelieves Even His Own Existence.

Who Is There That, In Logical Words, Can Express The Effect Music Has On Us?