It is the acme of life to understand life.
History is a pack of lies about events that never happened told by people who weren't there.
Nature drives with a loose rein and vitality of any sort can blunder through many a predicament in which reason would despair.
It is easier to make a saint out of a libertine than out of a prig.
Tomes of aesthetic criticism hang on a few moments of real delight and intuition.
Music is essentially useless, as life is; but both have an ideal extension which lends utility to its conditions.