Music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven.

Every life is a profession of faith, and exercises an inevitable and silent influence.

As it is impossible to be outside God, the best is consciously to dwell in Him.

We become actors without realizing it, and actors without wanting to.

The spirit of sarcasm lives and thrives in the midst of universal wreck; its balls are enchanted and itself invulnerable, and it braves retaliations and reprisals because itself is a mere flash, a bodiless and magical nothing.

Life is an apprenticeship to the constant renunciations, to the steady failure of our claims, our hopes, our powers, our liberty.

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