Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.

Truth is what most contradicts itself.

You see, nothing matters except pleasure - which is the opposite of happiness, its tragic part, I expect.

The artist's work constitutes the only satisfactory relationship he can have with his fellow men since he seeks his real friends among the dead and the unborn.

Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down.

Every man is made of clay and diamond, and no woman can nourish both.

A city becomes a world when one loves one of its inhabitants.