When you understand how to love one thing, then you also understand how to love everything.

Sometimes with the most intense pain a paralysis of sensibility occurs. The soul disintegrates--hence the deadly frost--the free power of the mind--the shattering, ceaseless wit of this kind of despair. There is no inclination for anything any more--the person is alone, like a baleful power--as he has no connection with the rest of the world he consumes himself gradually--and in accordance with his own principle he is--misanthropic and misotheos.

Philosophy is really nostalgia, the desire to be at home.

To become properly acquainted with a truth, we must first have disbelieved it, and disputed against it.

Every disease is a musical problem; every cure is a musical solution.

The artist belongs to his work, not the work to the artist.

All power appears only in transition. Permanent power is stuff.