Mystery is truth's dancing partner.
Architecture is crystallized music.
To live as one likes is plebian the noble man aspires to order and law.
Nature goes her own way, and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.
Truth is a torch, but a huge one, and so it is only with blinking eyes what we all of us try to get past it, in actual terror of being burnt.
Where a man has a passion for meditating without the capacity of thinking, a particular idea fixes itself fast, and soon creates a mental disease.