Only art and science make us suspect the existence of life to a higher level, and maybe also instill hope thereof.

One must not hold one's self so divine as to be unwilling occasionally to make improvements in one's creations.

From the glow of enthusiasm I let the melody escape. I pursue it. Breathless I catch up with it. It flies again, it disappears, it plunges into a chaos of diverse emotions. I catch it again, I seize it, I embrace it with delight... I multiply it by modulations, and at last I triumph in the first theme. There is the whole symphony.

An artist is someone who has learned to trust in himself.

I am resolved to rise superior to every obstacle. With whom need I be afraid of measuring my strength? I will take Fate by the throat. It shall not overcome me. O how beautiful it is to be alive - would that I could live a thousand times!

Only art and science make us suspect the existence of life to a higher level, and maybe also instill hope thereof.

Art! Who comprehends her? With whom can one consult concerning this great goddess?