When to the Permanent is sacrificed the Mutable, the prize is thine: the drop returneth whence it came. The Open Path leads to the changeless change - Non-Being, the glorious state of Absoluteness, the Bliss past human thought.

Only music has the ability to take you to the edge of reality and allow you to peek in for a moment.

No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!

Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.

The villain's censure is extorted praise.

I believe it is no wrong Observation, that Persons of Genius, and those who are most capable of Art, are always fond of Nature, as such are chiefly sensible, that all Art consists in the Imitation and Study of Nature. On the contrary, People of the common Level of Understanding are principally delighted with the Little Niceties and Fantastical Operations of Art, and constantly think that finest which is least Natural.

But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?