In Bach, the vital cells of music are united as the world is in God.

I am hitting my head against the walls, but the walls are giving way.

It is strange how one feels drawn forward without knowing at first where one is going.

The impressions of the spriritual experiences gave my future life its form and content.

It should be one’s sole endeavor to see everything afresh and create it anew.

It's not just a question of conquering a summit previously unknown, but of tracing, step by step, a new pathway to it.

I beg of you... never assume an inner or an outer pose, never a disguise.