If there is anyone who owes everything to Bach, it is certainly God.
So long as man is protected by madness - he functions - and flourishes.
An individual dies ... when, instead of taking risks and hurling himself toward being, he cowers within, and takes refuge there.
To act is to anchor in the imminent future.
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.
The only free mind is one that, pure of all intimacy with beings or objects, plies its own vacuity.