Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.

Poverty sits by the cradle of all our great men and rocks all of them to manhood.

Music played at weddings always reminds me of the music played for soldiers before they go into battle.

Man,--the aristocrat amongst the animals.

Life is the greatest of blessings and death the worst of evils.... all great, powerful souls love life.

All our contemporary philosophers perhaps without knowing it are looking through eyeglasses that Baruch Spinoza polished. Spinoza was a philosopher who earned his livelihood by grinding lenses.

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.