Art is the proper task of life.

What I really want from Music: That it be cheerful and profound like an afternoon in October.

What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?

The one seeks a midwife to deliver his thoughts, the other, someone to assist: thus a good conversation comes into being.

Living in a constant chase after gain compels people to expend their spirit to the point of exhaustion.

What do you plan to do in the land of the sleepers? You have been floating in a sea of solitude, and the sea has borne you up. At long last, are you ready for dry land? Are you ready to drag yourself ashore?

Christianity in particular should be dubbed a great treasure-chamber of ingenious consolations, such a store of refreshing, soothing, deadening drugs has it accumulated within itself.