There Is Always A Certain Hour Of

[liberty] Is A Choreand A Long-distance Race, Quite Solitary, Quite Exhausting.

I Was Comfortable In All, I Admit, But At The Same Time, Nothing Satisfied Me. Each Joy Made Me Seek Another.

Truly Fertile Music, The Only Kind That Will Move Us, That We Shall Truly Appreciate, Will Be A Music Conducive To Dream, Which Banishes All Reason And Analysis. One Must Not Wish First To Understand And Then To Feel. Art Does Not Tolerate Reason.

Your Successes And Happiness Are Forgiven You Only If You Generously Consent To Share Them.

The Future Is The Only Kind Of Property That The Masters Willingly Concede To The Slaves.