What Delights, What Pleasures Does Your Life

Philosophy Is Properly Home-sickness; The Wish To Be Everywhere At Home.

I Often Feel, And Ever More Deeply I Realize, That Fate And Character Are The Same Conception.

Every Disease Is A Musical Problem; Every Cure Is A Musical Solution.

I Was Still Blind, But Twinkling Stars Did Dance Throughout My Being's Limitless Expanse, Nothing Had Yet Drawn Close, Only At Distant Stages I Found Myself, A Mere Suggestion Sensed In Past And Future Ages.

In A Work Of Art, Chaos Must Shimmer Through The Veil Of Order.