Nothing will change the fact that I cannot produce the least thing without absolute solitude.

Do not give in too much to feelings. A overly sensitive heart is an unhappy possession on this shaky earth.

Such is the frailty of man that even where he makes the truest and most forcible impression in the memory, in the heart of his beloved, there also he must perish.

Would you require a wretched being, whose life is slowly wasting under a lingering disease, to despatch himself at once by the stroke of a dagger? Does not the very disorder which consumes his strength deprive him of the courage to effect his deliverance?

Superstition belongs to the essence of mankind and takes refuge, when one thinks one has suppressed it completely, in the strangest nooks and crannies; once it is safely ensconced there, it suddenly reappears.

Rash, inexperienced youth holds itself a chosen instrument, and allows itself unbounded license.

I call architecture frozen music.