The more a man lives, the more a man creates, the more a man loves and loses those whom he loves, the more does he escape from death. With every new blow that we have to bear, with every new work that we round and finish, we escape from ourselves, we escape into the work we have created, the soul we have loved, the soul that has left us.

To understand everything is to hate nothing.

Most men are essentially dead by thirty.

Everything is music for the born musician.

Mozart was able to do what he wished in music and he never wished to so what was beyond him.

I know at last what distinguishes man from animals; financial worries.

Take possession of the air, submit the elements, penetrate the last redoubts of nature, make space retreat, make death retreat.