He who is virtuous is wise; and he who is wise is good; and he who is good is happy.

...Whose souls, albeit in a cloudy memory, yet seek back their good, but, like drunk men, know not the road home.

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

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

Whose happiness is so firmly established that he has no quarrel from any side with his estate of life?

Every man must be content with that glory which he may have at home.