Jealous is every virtue of the others, and a dreadful thing is jealousy. Even virtues may succumb by jealousy.

One must learn to be a sponge if one wants to be loved by hearts that overflow.

The hour-hand of life.

A life without music is an error.

I know no other way to associate with great tasks than as play: as a sign of greatness, this is an essential presupposition.

Without art we would be nothing but foreground and live entirely in the spell of that perspective which makes what is closest at hand and most vulgar appear as if it were vast, and reality itself.

Everything in woman hath a solution. It is called pregnancy.