Music Is So Naturally United With Us

For In All Adversity Of Fortune The Worst Sort Of Misery Is To Have Been Happy.

The Completely Simultaneous And Perfect Possession Of Unlimited Life At A Single Moment.

If There Is A God, Whence Proceed So Many Evils? If There Is No God, Whence Cometh Any Good?

In Other Living Creatures The Ignorance Of Themselves Is Nature, But In Men It Is A Vice.

Wretched Men Cringe Before Tyrants Who Have No Power, The Victims Of Their Trivial Hopes And Fears. They Do Not Realise That Anger Is Hopeless, Fear Is Pointless And Desire All A Delusion. He Whose Heart Is Fickle Is Not His Own Master, Has Thrown Away His Shield, Deserted His Post, And He Forges The Links Of The Chain That Holds Him.