No victor believes in chance.

...If I continued to harbour any hope for music it lay in the expectation that a musician might come who was sufficiently bold, subtle, malicious, southerly, superhealthy to confront that music and in an immortal fashion take revenge on it.

It is the privilege of greatness to confer intense happiness with insignificant gifts.

Morality is the herd-instinct in the individual.

A refined soul is distressed to know that someone owes it thanks; a crude soul, to know that it owes someone thanks.

The pure soul is a pure lie.

In order to acquire intellect one must need it. One loses it when it is no longer necessary.