When Gods Die, They Always Die Many

I Change Too Quickly: My Today Refutes My Yesterday. When I Ascend I Often Jump Over Steps, And No Step Forgives Me That.

Whoever Commits To Paper What He Suffers Becomes A Melancholy Author: But He Becomes A Serious Author When He Tells Us What He Suffered And Why He Now Reposes In Joy.

O Voltaire! O Humanity! O Idiocy! There Is Something Ticklish In "the Truth," And In The Search For The Truth; And If Man Goes About It Too Humanely-"il Ne Cherche Le Vrai Que Pour Faire Le Bien"-i Wager He Finds Nothing!

A Life Without Music Is An Error.

Thinking Evil Is Making Evil.