The Universe Without Music Would Be Madness.

Those Who Show Pity And Are Always Ready To Help During Times Of Trouble Are Seldom The Same Ones Who Rejoice In Our Joy: When Others Are Happy They Have Nothing To Do, They Become Superfluous And Lose Their Feeling Of Superiority, And So They Easily Show Their Displeasure.

I Absolutely Cannot See How One Can Later Make Up For Having Failed To Go To A Good School At The Proper Time. For This Is What Distinguishes The Hard School As A Good School From All Others: That Much Is Demanded; And Sternly Demanded; That The Good, Even The Exceptional, Is Demanded As The Norm; That Praise Is Rare, That Indulgence Is Nonexistent; That Blame Is Apportioned Sharply, Objectively, Without Regard For Talent Or Antecedents. What Does One Learn In A Hard School? Obeying And Commanding.

A Refined Soul Is Distressed To Know That Someone Owes It Thanks; A Crude Soul, To Know That It Owes Someone Thanks.

Desire Is Happiness: Satisfaction As Happiness Is Merely The Ultimate Moment Of Desire. To Be Wish And Wish Alone Is Happiness, And A New Wish Over And Over Again.

The Shortest Route Is Not The Most Direct One, But Rather The One Where The Most Favorable Winds Swell Our Sails:mthat Is The Lesson That Seafarers Teach. Not To Abide By This Lesson Is To Be Obstinate: Here, Firmness Of Character Is Tainted With Stupidity.