Every Great Idea Exerts, On

Men Are Joined By Conviction, Sundered By Opinion.

You Must Be Either The Servant Or The Master, The Hammer Or The Anvil.

The Theater Has Often Been At Variance With The Pulpit; They Ought Not To Quarrel. How Much Is It To Be Wished That In Both The Celebration Of Nature And Of God Were Intrusted To None But Men Of Noble Minds.

Who Longs In Solitude To Live, Ah! Soon His Wish Will Gain: Men Hope And Love, Men Get And Give, And Leave Him To His Pain.

A Phenomenon Like Mozart Remains An Inexplicable Thing.