Life Without Music Is Only Error, Exhaustion,

Yet Where Is Your Inner Value When You No Longer Know What It Is To Breathe Freely; When You No Longer Have Freedom Over Your Own Selves

That Is An Artist As I Would Have An Artist Be, Modest In His Needs: He Really Wants Only Two Things, His Bread And His Art--panemet Circen.

On The Heights It Is Warmer Than People In The Valley Suppose, Especially In Winter. The Thinker Recognizes The Full Import Of This Simile.

Every Word Is A Preconceived Judgment.

It Is No Doubt Possible To Fly--but First You Must Know How To Dance Like An Angel.