Discretion is deadly to genius; ruinous to talent.

We are so lonely in life that we must ask ourselves if the loneliness of dying is not a symbol of our human existence.

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.

Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.

We understand God by everything in ourselves that is fragmentary, incomplete, and inopportune.

Each of us is born with a share of purity, predestined to be corrupted by our commerce with mankind, by that sin against solitude.