The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing.

High in the air rises the forest of oaks, high over the oaks soar the eagle, high over the eagle sweep the clouds, high over the clouds gleam the stars... high over the stars sweep the angels.

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.

Genius: 1. to believe your own thought. To believe that what is true for you is ultimately true. 2. a sledgehammer. 3. the fruit of labour and thought. 4. soul. 5. the ability to put into effect what is in your mind. 6. something one can become.

God has given us speech in order that we may say pleasant things to our friends, and tell bitter truths to our enemies.

Round my cradle shimmered the last moonbeams of the eighteenth century and the first morning rays of the nineteenth.

Music is a strange thing. I would almost say it is a miracle.