Music is a strange thing. I would almost say it is a miracle. For it stands halfway between thought and phenomenon, between spirit and matter.

In politics, as in life, we must above all things wish only for the attainable.

With his nightcaps and the tatters of his dressing-gown he patches up the gaps in the structure of the universe.

The swan, like the soul of the poet, By the dull world is ill understood.

She resembles the Venus de Milo: she is very old, has no teeth, and has white spots on her yellow skin.

We know only that our entire existence is forced into new paths and disrupted, that new circumstances, new joys and new sorrows await us, and that the unknown has its uncanny attractions, alluring and at the same time anguishing.

Man,--the aristocrat amongst the animals.