Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?
Truly fertile Music, the only kind that will move us, that we shall truly appreciate, will be a Music conducive to Dream, which banishes all reason and analysis. One must not wish first to understand and then to feel. Art does not tolerate Reason.
The real passion of the twentieth century is servitude.
There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.
We spend our days in deliberating, and we end them without coming to any resolve.
No matter what cause one defends, it will suffer permanent disgrace if one resorts to blind attacks on crowds of innocent people.