Music Contains A Whole Gamut

Self-assurance Is Contemptible And Fatal Unless It Is Self-knowledge.

What Religion A Man Shall Have Is A Historical Accident, Quite As Much As What Language He Shall Speak.

Memory Itself Is An Internal Rumour; And When To This Hearsay Within The Mind We Add The Falsified Echoes That Reach Us From Others, We Have But A Shifting And Unseizable Basis To Build Upon. The Picture We Frame Of The Past Changes Continually And Grows Every Day Less Similar To The Original Experience Which It Purports To Describe.

The Effort Of Art Is To Keep What Is Interesting In Existence, To Recreate It In The Eternal.

Culture Is On The Horns Of This Dilemma: If Profound And Noble It Must Remain Rare, If Common It Must Become Mean.