I Love Him Who Scattereth Golden Words

In Bach There Is Still Too Much Crude Christianity, Crude Germanism, Crude Scholasticism; He Stands On The Threshold Of European (modern) Music, But He Looks Back From There To The Middle Ages.

If We Make Sacrifices In Doing Good Or In Doing Ill, It Does Not Alter The Ultimate Value Of Our Actions; Even If We Stake Our Life In The Cause, As Martyrs Do For The Sake Of Our Church : It Is A Sacrifice To Our Longing For Power, Or For The Purpose Of Conserving Our Sense Of Power.

We Should Not Talk About Our Friends: Otherwise We Will Talk Away The Feeling Of Friendship.

Surrounded By The Flames Of Jealousy, The Jealous One Winds Up, Like The Scorpion, Turning The Poisoned Sting Against Himself.

I Love Him Who Reserveth No Share Of Spirit For Himself, But Wanteth To Be Wholly The Spirit Of His Virtue: Thus Walketh He As Spirit Over The Bridge.