A bit of the vagueness of music stops you going completely mad, I imagine.
Our own choices might not be as good as those that are made for us.
It's only after the change is fully formed that you can see what's happened.
It's better to have a malign providence than an indifferent one.
The thought of all that happiness was hard to bear. What's the point of happiness when all it does is throw the facts of dying into clear relief?
That's what opium does to suffering: makes it of hypothetical interest only.