Man, A Hybrid Of Plant And Ghost.

We Love Life, Not Because We Are Used To Living But Because We Are Used To Loving.

By Means Of Music The Very Passions, Enjoy Themselves.

I Love Something: And Scarcely Do I Love It Completely When The Tyrant In Me Says: "i Want That In Sacrifice." This Cruelty Is In My Entrails. Behold! I Am Evil.

And I Offer You This Parable: Not A Few Who Sought To Cast Out Their Devil Entered Into The Swine Themselves.

In Bach There Is Still Too Much Crude Christianity, Crude Germanism, Crude Scholasticism; He Stands On The Threshold Of European (modern) Music, But He Looks Back From There To The Middle Ages.