“Nothing is miserable unless you think it is so.” — Boethius

For in all adversity of fortune the worst sort of misery is to have been happy.

Music is part of us, and either ennobles or degrades our behavior.

Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.

If there is a God, whence proceed so many evils? If there is no God, whence cometh any good?