Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.

Isn't history ultimately the result of our fear of boredom?

To Live signifies to believe and hope - to lie and to lie to oneself.

We would not be interested in human beings if we did not have the hope of someday meeting someone worse off than ourselves.

Life is possible only by the deficiencies of our imagination and memory.

Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.

Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.

What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name - and moving on.

Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.

Woes and wonders of Power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea.