The fanatic is incorruptible: if he kills for an idea, he can just as well get himself killed for one; in either case, tyrant or martyr, he is a monster.

We are all geniuses when we dream.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.

What music appeals to in us it is difficult to know; what we do know is that music reaches a zone so deep that madness itself cannot penetrate there.

An aphorism? Fire without flames. Understandable that no one tries to warm himself at it.

To Foreswear vengeance is to chain oneself to forgiveness, to flounder in pardon, to be tainted by the hatred smothered within.

A civilization begins to decline the moment Life becomes its sole obsession.