Let your love to life be love to your highest hope; and let your highest hope be the highest thought of life!

It is only because man believes himself to be free, not because he is free, that he experiences remorse and pricks of conscience.

For what purpose humanity is there should not even concern us: why you are here, that you should ask yourself: and if you have no ready answer, then set for yourself goals, high and noble goals, and perish in pursuit of them!

One repays a teacher badly if one always remains nothing but a pupil.

I love him who is ashamed when the dice fall in his favour, and who then asketh: "Am I a dishonest player?" - for he is willing to succumb.

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

I wish to be at any time hereafter only a yea-sayer!