Every profound spirit needs a mask: even more, around every profound spirit a mask is continually growing.
A refined nature is vexed by knowing that some one owes it thanks, a coarse nature by knowing that it owes thanks to some one.
In music the passions enjoy themselves.
Many find their heart when they have lost their head.
There is always some madness in love.
Courageous, unconcerned, scornful, coercive - so wisdom wisheth us; she is a woman, and ever loveth only a warrior.