Man becomes man only by his intelligence, but he is man only by his heart.

In every loving woman there is a priestess of the past - a pious guardian of some affection, of which the object has disappeared.

Our life is nothing, it is true, but our life is divine. A breath of nature annihilates us, but we surpass nature in penetrating far beyond her vast phantasmagoria to the changeless and the eternal.

Cleverness is serviceable for everything, sufficient for nothing.

A microscopic phantom of the universe; this is all that we are able to be.

The musician of the present day, not being able to give us what is beautiful, torments himself to give us what is new.

To know how to suggest is the art of teaching.