The Universe Without Music Would Be Madness.

Whereas The Man Of Action Binds His Life To Reason And Its Concepts So That He Will Not Be Swept Away And Lost, The Scientific Investigator Builds His Hut Right Next To The Tower Of Science So That He Will Be Able To Work On It And To Find Shelter For Himself Beneath Those Bulwarks Which Presently Exist.

Wit Is The Epitaph Of An Emotion.

The Demand To Be Loved Is The Greatest Of All Arrogant Presumptions.

A Casual Stroll Through The Lunatic Asylum Shows That Faith Does Not Prove Anything.

Every Past Is Worth Condemning.