To produce music is also in a sense to produce children.

The poet presents his thoughts festively, on the carriage of rhythm: usually because they could not walk.

And I offer you this parable: Not a few who sought to cast out their devil entered into the swine themselves.

And if ye cannot be saints of knowledge, then, I pray you, be at least its warriors. They are the companions and forerunners of such saintship.

Profundity of thought belongs to youth, clarity of thought to old age.

"This - is now my way - where is yours"? Thus did I answer those who asked me "the way". For the way - it does not exist!

We only hear questions that we are able to answer.