A woman's pity, which is talkative, carries the sick person's bed to the public marketplace.

Man is no longer an artist, he has become a work of art.

I obviously do everything to be "hard to understand" myself

The first opinion that occurs to us when we are suddenly asked about something is usually not our own but only the current one pertaining to our class, position, or parentage; our own opinions seldom swim on the surface.

You who hate the Jews so, why did you adopt their religion?

Life without music is only error, exhaustion, exile... Indeed, there is nothing that concerns me more than the fate of music.

There is nothing we like to communicate to others as much as the seal of secrecy together with what lies under it.