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The Universe Without Music Would Be Madness.

The Less Men Are Fettered By Tradition, The Greater Becomes The Inward Activity Of Their Motives, And Greater Again In Proportion To Their Outer Restlessness.

Danger Alone Acquaints Us With Our Own Resources, Our Virtues, Our Armor And Weapons, Our Spirit, And Forces Us To Be Strong.

Against War One Might Say That It Makes The Victor Stupid And The Vanquished Malicious. In Its Favor, That In Producing These Two Effects It Barbarizes, And So Makes The Combatants More Natural. For Culture It Is A Sleep Or A Wintertime, And Man Emerges From It Stronger For Good And For Evil.

Very Early In My Life I Took The Question Of The Relation Of Art To Truth Seriously: Even Now I Stand In Holy Dread In The Face Of This Discordance. My First Book Was Devoted To It. The Birth Of Tragedy Believes In Art On The Background Of Another Belief