Without music, life would be a mistake.

Memory says, 'I did that.' Pride replies, 'I could not have done that.' Eventually, memory yields.

The discipline of suffering, of great suffering - do you not know that it is this discipline alone that has produced all the elevations of humanity so far?

The discipline of suffering, of great suffering- do you not know that only this discipline has created all enhancements of man so far? That tension of the soul in unhappiness which cultivates its strength, its shudders face to face with great ruin, its inventiveness and courage in enduring, preserving, interpreting, and exploiting suffering, and whatever has been granted to it of profundity, secret, mask, spirit, cunning, greatness- was it not granted to it through suffering, through the discipline of great suffering?

Loneliness is one thing, solitude another.

What separates two people most profoundly is a different sense and degree of cleanliness.

Mistrust those in whom the urge to punish is strong.