Like tourists huffing and puffing to reach the peak we forget the view on the way up.

Will, pure will, without the troubles and complexities of intellect - how happy! how free!

One is punished best for one's virtues.

Every master has but one disciple, and that one becomes unfaithful to him, for he too is destined for master-ship.

In Bach there is still too much crude Christianity, crude Germanism, crude scholasticism; he stands on the threshold of European (modern) music, but he looks back from there to the Middle Ages.

And I offer you this parable: Not a few who sought to cast out their devil entered into the swine themselves.

Man would sooner have the Void for his purpose than be void of Purpose.