Without Forgetting It Is Quite Impossible To

You Say, It's Dark. And In Truth, I Did Place A Cloud Before Your Sun. But Do You Not See How The Edges Of The Cloud Are Already Glowing And Turning Light.

Three Metamorphoses Of The Spirit I Relate To You: How The Spirit Becomes A Camel; And The Camel, A Lion; And The Lion, Finally, A Child.

So Long As The Priest, That Professional Negator, Slanderer And Poisoner Of Life, Is Regarded As A Superior Type Of Human Being, There Cannot Be Any Answer To The Question: What Is Truth?

Speaking Of Georges Bizet: His Music Has The Tang Of Sunny Climates, Their Bracing Air, Their Clearness. It Voices A Sensibility Hitherto Unknown To Us.

A Life Without Music Is An Error.