Compromise yourself. Obscure your own trail.
Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.
Look out! Be on your guard, because alone of all the arts, music moves all around you.
A prig always finds a last refuge in responsibility.
After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.