The affairs of music ought, somehow, to terminate in the love of the beautiful.
All thought begins with the recognition that something is out of place.
For all good and evil, whether in the body or in human nature, originates ... in the soul, and overflows from thence, as from the head into the eyes.
Only the dead will know the end of the war.
From all wild beasts, a child is the most difficult to handle.
Truth is its own reward.