In this world we must either institute conventional forms of expression or else pretend that we have nothing to express; the choice lies between a mask and a figleaf.

The word experience is like a shrapnel shell, and bursts into a thousand meanings.

Every real object must cease to be what it seemed, and none could ever be what the whole soul desired.

It would hardly be possible to exaggerate man's wretchedness if it were not so easy to overestimate his sensibility

Music is a means of giving form to our inner feelings, without attaching them to events or objects in the world.

Whoever it was who searched the heavens with a telescope and found no God would not have found the human mind if he had searched the brain with a microscope.

The living have never shown me how to live.