If someone took the finest marble and knew how to shape it artfully: Prometheus' material was lowly clay, but his statues walked.

People of talent resemble a musical instrument more closely than they do a musician. Without outside help, they produce not a single sound, but given even the slightest touch, and a magnificent tune emanates from them.

Progress will always have as its recourse to exaggerate what it cannot surpass.

This searching and doubting and vacillating where nothing is clear but the arrogance of quest. I, too, had such noble ideas when I was still a boy.

Why do comparisons of words and tone poems (poetry and music) never take into consideration that the word is a mere signifier, but that the sound, aside from being a signifier, is also an object?

Let the famous not denounce fame. Far from being empty and meaningless, it fills those it touches with divine power.

Transcendence: that which transcends experience.