Not every love, but only that which has a noble purpose, is noble and worthy of praise.
The good, of course, is always beautiful, and the beautiful never lacks proportion.
Man never legislates,but destinies and accidents,happening in all sorts of ways,legislate in all sorts of ways.
Madness is a divine release of the soul from the yoke of custom and convention.
The affairs of music ought, somehow, to terminate in the love of the beautiful.
When a Benefit is wrongly conferred, the author of the Benefit may often be said to injure.