When I have reached a summit, I leave it with great reluctance, unless it is to reach for another, higher one.
Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire.
A symphony must be like the world. It must contain everything.
Destiny smiles upon me but without making me the least bit happier.
The impressions of the spriritual experiences gave my future life its form and content.
Fortunately, something always remains to be harvested. So let us not be idle.