No intelligent man will ever be so bold as to put into language those things which his reason has contemplated.

Madness, provided it comes as the gift of heaven, is the channel by which we receive the greatest blessings... the men of old who gave things their names saw no disgrace or reproach in madness; otherwise they would not have connected it with the name of the noblest of arts, the art of discerning the future, and called it the manic art... So, according to the evidence provided by our ancestors, madness is a nobler thing than sober sense... madness comes from God, whereas sober sense is merely human.

A man is not learned until he can read, write and swim.

The affairs of music ought, somehow, to terminate in the love of the beautiful.

For just as poets love their own works, and fathers their own children, in the same way those who have created a fortune value their money, not merely for its uses, like other persons, but because it is their own production. This makes them moreover disagreeable companions, because they will praise nothing but riches.

Wisdom is a blaze, kindled by a leaping spark.

Music is that which takes silence and brings it to life.