In truth, there was only one Christian and he died on the cross.
Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.
Many are stubborn in pursuit of the path they have chosen, few in pursuit of the goal.
Faith: not wanting to know what is true.
Without music, life would be a mistake.
We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
Shared joys make a friend, not shared sufferings.
In music, the passions enjoy themselves.
Is man one of God's blunders? Or is God one of man's blunders?
