Melody and harmony are like lines and colors in pictures. A simple linear picture may be completely beautiful; the introduction of color may make it vague and insignificant. Yet color may, by combination with lines, create great pictures, so long as it does not smother and destroy their value.

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

Languages are jealous sovereigns, and passports are rarely allowed for travellers to cross their strictly guarded borders.

Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.

That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.

Life's fulfillment finds constant obstacles in its path; but those are necessary for the sake of its advance. The stream is saved from the sluggishness of its current by the perpetual opposition of the soil through which it must cut its way. The spirit of fight belongs to the genius of life.