“Music is part of us, and either ennobles or degrades our behavior.” — Boethius

Nothing is miserable unless you think it is so.

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

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?