It Is Right That We

Contemporary Thinkers Would Say That Man Is Continuously Transcending Himself.

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.

Music At Times Is More Like Perfume Than Mathematics.

Contemplation And Wisdom Are Highest Achievements And Man Is Not Totally At Home With Them.

You Know You Have Loved Someone When You Have Glimpsed In Them That Which Is Too Beautiful To Die.