We teach people how to remember, we never teach them how to grow.

Nothing worth knowing can be taught.

Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of suffering that there is in the world. I cannot conceive of any other explanation. I am convinced that there is no other, and that if the world has indeed, as I have said, been built of sorrow, it has been built by the hands of love, because in no other way could the soul of man, for whom the world was made, reach the full stature of its perfection. Pleasure for the beautiful body, but pain for the beautiful soul.

Music is the art... which most completely realizes the artistic idea and is the condition to which all the other arts are constantly aspiring.

Out of the unreal shadows of night comes back the real life that we had known. We have to resume it where we had left off... p 207

Do you really think it is weakness that yields to temptation? I tell you that there are terrible temptations which it requires strength, strength and courage to yield to.

Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin. If the cave-man had known how to laugh, History would have been different.