But However Measurable, There Is

Music At Times Is More Like Perfume Than Mathematics.

I Almost Think That Hope Is For The Soul What Breathing Is For The Living Organism. Where Hope Is Lacking The Soul Dries Up And Withers.

This Detachment (poverty, Chastity, Etc.) Must Not Be Mere Amputation; Everything Which Is Shaken Off Must Be Simultaneously Found Again At A Higher Level.

Being And Having In Our Society Teaches Us How To Take Possession Of Things, When It Should Rather Initiate Us In The Art Of Letting Go. For There Is Neither Freedom Nor Real Life Without An Apprenticeship In Letting Go.

But However Measurable, There Is Much More Life In Music Than Mathematics Or Logic Ever Dreamed Of.