Those Who Create Are Hard Of Heart.

The English Are A Nation Of Consummate Cant.

To Produce Music Is Also In A Sense To Produce Children.

Behold! I Am Weary Of My Wisdom, Like The Bee That Has Gathered Too Much Honey; I Need Hands Outstretched To Take It From Me. I Wish To Spread It And Bestow It, Until The Wise Have Once More Become Joyous In Their Folly, And The Poor Happy In Their Riches.

I Am Affected, Not Because You Have Deceived Me, But Because I Can No Longer Believe In You.

There Are No Limits To God's Compassion With Paradises Over Their One Universally Felt Want: He Immediately Created Other Animals Besides. God's First Blunder: Man Didn't Find The Animals Amusing, - He Dominated Them And Didn't Even Want To Be An 'animal.'