Faith Makes Blessed. Consequently It Lies.

Without Music, Life Would Be A Mistake... I Would Only Believe In A God Who Knew How To Dance.

We Are Responsible To Ourselves For Our Own Existence; Consequently We Want To Be The True Helmsman Of This Existence And Refuse To Allow Our Existence To Resemble A Mindless Act Of Chance.

Mozart, The Last Chord Of A Centuries-old Great European Taste.

But Eternal Liveliness Is What Counts: What Does "eternal Life" Matter, Or Life At All?

Conversation With A Friend Will Only Bear Good Fruit Of Knowledge When Both Think Only Of The Matter Under Consideration And Forget That They Are Friends.