Once blasphemy again God was the greatest blasphemy; but God died, and thereupon those blasphemers died too.

Possessions are usually diminished by possession.

Speaking of Georges Bizet: His music has the tang of sunny climates, their bracing air, their clearness. It voices a sensibility hitherto unknown to us.

A nation that still believes in itself holds fast to its own god.

But this word will I say to my enemies: What is all manslaughter in comparison with what you have done to me!

The Hour-Hand of Life --- Life consists of rare, isolated moments of the greatest significance, and of innumerably many intervals, during which at best the silhouettes of those moments hover about us. Love, springtime, every beautiful melody, mountains, the moon, the sea - all these speak completely to the heart but once, if in fact they ever do get a chance to speak completely. For many men do not have those moments at all, and are themselves intervals and intermissions in the symphony of real life.

Mozart, the last chord of a centuries-old great European taste.