What the father kept silent the son speaks out.

In the true man there is a child concealed who wants to play.

What the father kept silent the son speaks out.

The genius-in work and in deed-is necessarily a squanderer: the fact that he spends himself constitutes his greatness.

It is doubtful whether anyone who has travelled widely has found anywhere in the world regions more ugly than in the human face.

It is with artworks as it is with wine: it is much better when we do not need either one, when we stick with water, and when out of our own inner fire, the inner sweetness of our own soul, we turn the water over and over again into wine ourselves.

A life without music is an error.