Our hands we open of our own free will, and the good flies, which we can never recall.

Music is liquid architecture; Architecture is frozen music.

Well-mannered children could be conceived if the parents were well-mannered.

Quite often, as life goes on, when we feel completely secure as we go on our way, we suddenly notice that we are trapped in error, that we have allowed ourselves to be taken in by individuals, by objects, have dreamt up an affinity with them which immediately vanishes before our waking eye; and yet we cannot tear ourselves away, held fast by some power that seems incomprehensible to us. Sometimes, however, we become fully aware and realize that error as well as truth can move and spur us on to action.

The greater the knowledge, the greater the doubt.

This is the true measure of love, When we believe that we alone can love, That no one could ever have loved so before us, And that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

For that is love's nature that it lays claim to exclusive right and that all other claims are nil.