I would really like, in fact, to be born again in another two hundred years' time.

When a friend, then, indulges in the joy unburdening a secret on to another friend's bosom, he makes the latter, in his turn, feel the urge to taste the same joy himself.

Certainly the heart has always something to tell about the future to those who listen to it. But what does the heart know? Scarce a little of what has already happened.

Bullies, oppressors and all men who do violence to the rights of others are guilty not only of their own crimes, but also of the corruption they bring into the hearts of their victims.

Music does not express any idea, but it gives rise to thousands.

I would really like, in fact, to be born again in another two hundred years' time.