All music is is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments.

I will You, in all, Myself, with promise to never desert you, To which I sign my name.

What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and own no superior?

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road. Healthy, free, the world before me. The long brown path before me leading me wherever I choose. Henceforth, I ask not good fortune, I myself am good fortune. Henceforth, I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing.

The art of art... is simplicity.

The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual.

Resist much, obey little.