There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.
If there is anyone who owes everything to Bach, it is certainly God.
Tragic paradox of freedom: the mediocre men who alone make its exercise possible cannot guarantee its duration.
Only one thing matters: learning to be the loser.
Philosophers write for professors; thinkers for writers.
The wise man, the sage, is hostile to the new. Disabused, he abdicates: that is his form of protest.