In True Love It Is The Soul

Whoever Regards Human Beings As A Herd And Flees Them As Swiftly As He Can Will No Doubt Be Overtaken By Them And Impaled On Theirhorns.

Life Without Music Is Only Error, Exhaustion, Exile... Indeed, There Is Nothing That Concerns Me More Than The Fate Of Music.

One Must Learn To Love Oneself With A Wholesome And Healthy Love, So That One Can Bear To Be With Oneself And Need Not Roam.

The Hour-hand Of Life --- Life Consists Of Rare, Isolated Moments Of The Greatest Significance, And Of Innumerably Many Intervals, During Which At Best The Silhouettes Of Those Moments Hover About Us. Love, Springtime, Every Beautiful Melody, Mountains, The Moon, The Sea - All These Speak Completely To The Heart But Once, If In Fact They Ever Do Get A Chance To Speak Completely. For Many Men Do Not Have Those Moments At All, And Are Themselves Intervals And Intermissions In The Symphony Of Real Life.

For A Significant Man Woman, The One Thought He Values Greatly, To The Laughter And Scorn Of Insignificant Men, Is A Key To Hidden Treasure Chambers; For Those Others, It Is Nothing But A Piece Of Old Iron.