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

Blessed are the forgetful: for they get the better even of their blunders.

That God became man indicates only this: that man should not seek his salvation in eternity, but rather establish his heaven on earth.

But it is the same with man as with the tree. The more he seeketh to rise into the height and light, the more vigorously do his roots struggle earthward, downward, into the dark and deep — into the evil.

They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it.

In every form of womanly love something of motherly love also comes to light.

He who is not a bird should not build his nest over abysses.