He that humbleth himself wishes to be exalted.

About sacrifice and the offering of sacrifices, sacrificial animals think quite differently from those who look on: but they have never been allowed to have their say.

Just as bones, tissues, intestines, and blood vessels are enclosed in a skin that makes it possible to bear the sight of a human being, so the agitations and passions of the soul are wrapped up in vanity: it is the soul's skin.

The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters.

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.

One does not kill by anger but by laughter.

Life without music is only error, exhaustion, exile... Indeed, there is nothing that concerns me more than the fate of music.