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Everything Factual Is, In A Sense, Theory. The Blue Of The Sky Exhibits The Basic Laws Of Chromatics. There Is No Sense In Looking For Something Behind Phenomena: They Are Theory.

Certain Defects Are Necessary For The Existence Of Individuality.

Wine Rejoices The Heart Of Man And Joy Is The Mother Of All Virtues.

Let No One Be Like Another, Yet Everyone Like The Highest. How Is This Done? Be Each One Perfect In Himself.

Music Is So Elevated That It Is Beyond The Reach Of Intellect And There Flows From It An Influence Which Is All-potent, And Which Noone Can Explain.