Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.
Truth is a matter of direct apprehension-you can't climb a ladder of mental concepts to it.
Let us define 'man' as a poet perpetually conspiring against himself.
Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will-whatever we may think.
We are all hunting for rational reasons for believing in the absurd.
Who invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me, and then show me the place where he was hanged.