A Life Without Music Is An Error.

A Light Has Dawned For Me: I Need Companions, Living Ones, Not Dead Companions And Corpses Which I Carry With Me Wherever I Wish. But I Need Living Companions Who Follow Me Because They Want To Follow Themselves- And Who Want To Go Where I Want To Go.

The Child Is Innocence And Forgetting, A New Beginning, A Game, A Wheel Rolling On Its Own, A Prime Movement, A Sacred Yes.

We Criticize A Man Or A Book Most Sharply When We Sketch Out Their Ideal.

He Who Denies His Own Vanity Usually Possesses It In So Brutal A Form That He Instinctively Shuts His Eyes To Avoid The Necessity Of Despising Himself.

What Is Bad? All That Proceeds From Weakness