Music is a moral law. It gives a soul to the universe, wings to the minds, flight to the imagination, a charm to sadness, gaiety and life to everything. It is the essence of order, and leads to all that is good, just, and beautiful.
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.
A rat in a maze is free to go anywhere, as long as it stays inside the maze.