People look with sympathetic eyes only at the blossom and the fruit, and disregard the long period of transition during which the one is ripening into the other.

Truly, one gets easier accustomed to a silken bed than to a sack of leaves.

Discontent is the source of all trouble,but also of all progress, in individuals and nations.

What will people say-in these words lies the tyranny of the world, the whole destruction of our natural disposition, the oblique vision of our minds. These four words hold sway everywhere.

We hear the rain fall, but not the snow. Bitter grief is loud, calm grief is silent.

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.

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.