One bites into the brass mouthpiece of his wooden cudgel, and the other blows his cheeks out on a French horn. Do you call that Art?
Why does God endow us with compassion?
I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.
There is no such thing as happy music.
When I wished to sing of love, it turned to sorrow. And when I wished to sing of sorrow, it was transformed for me into love.
The greatest misfortune of the wise man and the greatest unhappiness of the fool are based upon convention.