Mozart, The Last Chord Of

One Will Seldom Go Wrong If One Attributes Extreme Actions To Vanity, Average Ones To Habit, And Pretty Ones To Fear.

One Does Not Know - Cannot Know - The Best That Is In One.

The Noble Soul Reveres Itself

Great Intellects Are Skeptical.

Philosophers Are Not Honest Enough In Their Work, Although They Make A Lot Of Virtuous Noise When The Problem Of Truthfulness Is Touched Even Remotely. They All Pose As If They Had Discovered And Reached Their Real Opinions Through The Self-development Of A Cold, Pure, Divinely Unconcerned Dialectic...; While At Bottom It Is An Assumption, A Hunch, Indeed A Kind Of "inspiration" Most Often A Desire Of The Heart That Has Been Filtered And Made Abstract That They Defend With Reasons They Have Sought After The Fact.