We cannot confront solitude without moral resources.
Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.
No society is complete without some victim, a creature to pity, to jeer at, to scorn or to protect.
While seeking out the dead, I see nothing but the living.
Thought is the only treasure that God sets outside all power and keeps to serve as a secret link among the unhappy.
Music is of two kinds: one petty, poor, second-rate, never varying, its base the hundred or so phrasings which all musicians understand, a babbling which is more or less pleasant, the life that most composers live.