Without Music, Life Would Be A Mistake...

The Familiarity Of Superiors Embitters One, Because It May Not Be Returned.

I Teach The No To All That Makes Weak--that Exhausts. I Teach The Yes To All That Strengthens, That Stores Up Strength, That Pride.

When Asses Are Needed.- You Will Never Get The Crowd To Cry Hosanna Until You Ride Into Town On An Ass.

The Slow Arrow Of Beauty. The Noblest Kind Of Beauty Is That Which Does Not Transport Us Suddenly, Which Does Not Make Stormy And Intoxicating Impressions Such A Kind Easily Arouses Disgust But That Which Slowly Filters Into Our Minds.

Truly, Whoever Possesses Little Is That Much Less Possessed: Praised Be A Little Poverty!