Music Is So Naturally United With Us

If There Is A God, Whence Proceed So Many Evils? If There Is No God, Whence Cometh Any Good?

The Science Of Numbers Ought To Be Preferred As An Acquisition Before All Others, Because Of Its Necessity And Because Of The Great Secrets And Other Mysteries Which There Are In The Properties Of Numbers. All Sciences Partake Of It, And It Has Need Of None.

I Who Once Wrote Songs With Keen Delight Am Now By Sorrow Driven To Take Up Melancholy Measures. Wounded Muses Tell Me What I Must Write, And Elegiac Verses Bathe My Face With Real Tears. Not Even Terror Could Drive From Me These Faithful Companions Of My Long Journey. Poetry, Which Was Once The Glory Of My Happy And Flourishing Youth, Is Still My Comfort In This Misery Of My Old Age.

It's My Belief That History Is A Wheel. 'inconstancy Is My Very Essence,'? Says The Wheel. Rise Up On My Spokes If You Like But Don't Complain When You're Cast Back Down Into The Depths. Good Times Pass Away, But Then So Do The Bad. Mutability Is Our Tragedy, But It's Also Our Hope. The Worst Of Times, Like The Best, Are Always Passing Away.

Good Men Seek It By The Natural Means Of The Virtues; Evil Men, However, Try To Achieve The Same Goal By A Variety Of Concupiscences, And That Is Surely An Unnatural Way Of Seeking The Good. Don't You Agree?