Where Do Your Greatest Dangers Lie?--in Pity.

It Is The Music In Our Conscience, The Dance In Our Spirit, To Which Puritan Litanies, Moral Sermons, And Goody Goodness Won’t Chime.

Life Without Music Is No Life At All.

[heraclitus Had] The Highest Form Of Pride [stemming] From A Certainty Of Belief In The Truth As Grasped By Himself Alone. He Brings This Form, By Its Excessive Development, Into A Sublime Pathos By Involuntary Identification Of Himself With His Truth.

The Most Serious Parody I Have Ever Heard Was This: In The Beginning Was Nonsense, And The Nonsense Was With God, And The Nonsense Was God.

Our Sense Of The Tragic Waxes And Wanes With Our Sensuality.