Hatred is partial, but love is still more so.

You can easily judge the character of a man by how he treats those who can do nothing for him.

Voluntary dependence is the wonderful form of existence, and how could that be possible without love?

Very few people love others for what they are; rather, they love what they lend them, their own selves, their own idea of them.

Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom, and even bear fruit? Yet we hope it, we know it.

Who strives always to the utmost, him can we save.

Music is liquid architecture; Architecture is frozen music.