The spirit can assert itself only through the medium of clear form.
It should be one’s sole endeavor to see everything afresh and create it anew.
Behind me the branches of a wasted and sterile existence are cracking.
The point is not to take the world's opinion as a guiding star but to go one's way in life and working unerringly, neither depressed by failure nor seduced by applause.
I am hitting my head against the walls, but the walls are giving way.
A symphony must be like the world. It must contain everything.