Everything is the same, nothing is worthwhile, the world is senseless, knowledge strangles.

Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.

In music the passions enjoy themselves.

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

What makes us heroic?--Confronting simultaneously our supreme suffering and our supreme hope.

It is far pleasanter to injure and afterwards beg forgiveness than to be injured and grant forgiveness. He who does the former gives evidence of power and afterwards of kindness of character.

To the mediocre, mediocrity is a form of happiness.