Behind me the branches of a wasted and sterile existence are cracking.

A full cup of wine at the right time is worth more than all the kingdoms of this earth!

Tradition is laziness.

A true personality . . . is like a robust organism that, with unconscious sureness, seeks out and digests the nourishment appropriate to it and vigorously rejects that which is unsuitable.

Tradition is the spreading of fire and not the veneration of ashes.

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

An operetta is simply a small and gay opera.