I wish I could score everything for horns.
Even if I know I shall never change the masses, never transform anything permanent, all I ask is that the good things also have their place, their refuge.
In contrast to reincarnation and karma, all other views seem petty and narrow
Imagination creates reality.
Music is the inarticulate speech of the heart, which cannot be compressed into words, because it is infinite.
Blessed be, the genius who never knew good fortune! Genius in itself already means so much; what meaning does luck still hold for him?