Solitude has a healing consoler, friend, companion: it is work.
In Nature there is no dirt, everything is in the right condition; the swamp and the worm, as well as the grass and the bird,-all is there for itself.
Our second mother, habit, is also a good mother.
Why has no religion this command before all others: Thou shalt work?
Weak men are easily put out of humor. Oil freezes quicker than water.
If you sound great in the practice room, you're practicing the wrong thing. Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.