Time is the reef upon which all our mystic ships are wrecked.

Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism.

You're doomed at being you.

Beauty of style and harmony and grace and good rhythm depend on simplicity.

Victory does not come to men who listen to their fears.

Once upon a time there was a beautiful Indian maiden$$$ of course.

Just how deep do you believe? Can you get up off your knees?

Educate the children and it won't be necessary to punish the men.

The truth is not for all men but only for those who seek it.

To stop the flow of music would be like the stopping of time itself$$$ incredible and inconceivable.