Whatever we have words for, that we have already got beyond.

Blessed are the forgetful: for they get the better even of their blunders.

A bad conscience is easier to cope with than a bad reputation.

Whoever feels predestined to see and not to believe will find all believers too noisy and pushy: he guards against them.

The end of a melody is not its goal; but nonetheless, if the melody had not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.

Ah, there are so many things betwixt heaven and earth of which only the poets have dreamed!

At a certain place in Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, for example, he might feel that he is floating above the earth in a starry dome, with the dream of immortality in his heart; all the stars seem to glimmer around him, and the earth seems to sink ever deeper downwards.