Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy.

Aside from purely technical analysis, nothing can be said about music, except when it is bad; when it is good, one can only listen and be grateful.

Politics cannot be a science, because in politics theory and practice cannot be separated, and the sciences depend upon their separation.

Alone, alone, about the dreadful wood / Of conscious evil runs a lost mankind, / Dreading to find its Father.

Learn from your dreams what you lack.

Let all your thinks be thanks.

To choose what is difficult all one's days, as if it were easy, that is faith