Without music, life would be an error. The German imagines even God singing songs

The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it.

The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a game, a wheel rolling on its own, a prime movement, a sacred Yes.

Whoever feels predestined to see and not to believe will find all believers too noisy and pushy: he guards against them.

Whoever has really sacrificed anything, knows that he wanted and got something in return.

Whatever the State saith is a lie; whatever it hath is a theft: all is counterfeit in it, the gnawing, sanguinary, insatiate monster.

This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.