The mystery of existence is the connection between our faults and our misfortunes.
Nothing recalls the past like music.
A man must know how to fly in the face of opinion; a woman to submit to it.
The greatest happiness is to transform one's feelings into action.
We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love
The sight of such a monument is like continual and stationary music, which one hears for one's good as one approaches it.