I have never thought of writing for reputation and honor. What I have in my heart must come out; that is the reason why I compose.

I love a tree more than a man.

I want to seize fate by the throat.

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

Nothing is more intolerable than to have to admit to yourself your own errors.

Music is the one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind but which mankind cannot comprehend.

ever thine, ever mine, ever ours