Mozart, the last chord of a centuries-old great European taste.
Concerning great things one should either be silent or speak loftily.
Whenever I climb I am followed by a dog called 'Ego'.
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
He divines remedies against injuries; he knows how to turn serious accidents to his own advantage; whatever does not kill him makes him stronger
I have learned to walk: since then I have run. I have learned to fly: since then I do not have to be pushed in order to move. Now I am nimble, now I fly, now I see myself under myself, now a god dances within me.