Why Do We Make So Much Of

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

I Have Found Nothing Stronger Than Necessity.

Surely Again, To Heal Men's Wounds By Music's Spell.

Prepare Yourselves For The Roaring Voice Of The God Of Joy!

All Men Know Their Children Mean More Than Life.