Wretched men cringe before tyrants who have no power, the victims of their trivial hopes and fears. They do not realise that anger is hopeless, fear is pointless and desire all a delusion. He whose heart is fickle is not his own master, has thrown away his shield, deserted his post, and he forges the links of the chain that holds him.

I scarcely know the meaning of your question; much less can I answer it.

Love has three kinds of origin, namely: suffering, friendship and love. A human love has a corporal and intellectual origin.

Music is part of us, and either ennobles or degrades our behavior.

For in all adversity of fortune the worst sort of misery is to have been happy.

If there is a God, whence proceed so many evils? If there is no God, whence cometh any good?

Inconsistency is my very essence; it is the game I never cease to play as I turn my wheel in its ever changing circle, filled with joy as I bring the top to the bottom and the bottom to the top