Normal People Have Nothing To Forget.

Woes And Wonders Of Power, That Tonic Hell, Synthesis Of Poison And Panacea.

What Music Appeals To In Us It Is Difficult To Know; What We Do Know Is That Music Reaches A Zone So Deep That Madness Itself Cannot Penetrate There.

If There Is Anyone Who Owes Everything To Bach, It Is Certainly God.

Melancholy: An Appetite No Misery Satisfies.

Society Is Not A Disease, It Is A Disaster. What A Stupid Miracle That One Can Live In It.