I have found among my papers a sheet . . . in which I call architecture frozen music.

Life's objective is life itself.

Destiny grants us our wishes, but in its own way, in order to give us something beyond our wishes.

There is nothing new on earth / For a person who lives long and experiences much. / In my years of youthful wandering / I have seen crystallized people.

I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.

Nobody, they say, is a hero to his valet. Of course; for a man must be a hero to understand a hero. The valet, I dare say, has great respect for some person of his own stamp.

The master proves himselin recognizing his limitations.