The Hardest Thing To See

Woe To Him Who Would Ascribe Something Like Reason To Chance, And Make A Religion Of Surrendering To It.

Music, In The Best Sense, Does Not Require Novelty; Nay, The Older It Is, And The More We Are Accustomed To It, The Greater Its Effect.

How Happy He Who Can Still Hope To Lift Himself From This Sea Of Error! What We Know Not, That We Are Anxious To Possess, And Cannot Use What We Know.

Age Merely Shows What Children We Remain.

Alas, I Have Studied Philosophy, The Law As Well As Medicine, And To My Sorrow, Theology; Studied Them Well With Ardent Zeal, Yet Here I Am, A Wretched Fool, No Wiser Than I Was Before.