Happy are they that go to bed with grave music.

Half our days we pass in the shadow of the earth; and the brother of death exacteth a third part of our lives.

A little water makes a sea, a small puff of wind a Tempest.

Aristotle whilst he labours to refute the Idea's of Plato, falls upon one himself: for his summum bonum, is a Chimera, and there is no such thing as his Felici…

The three-toed tree-toad Sings his sweet ode To the moon; The funny bunny And his honey Trip in tune.

I find consolation and rest in Mozart's music, wherein he gives expression to that joy of life which was part of his sane and wholesome temperament.

Aucun homme ne s'arrache aux douceurs du sommeil matinal pour ecouter un troubadour en veste, une fille seule se reveille a un chant d'amour.