So your desire is to do nothing? Well, you shall not have a week, a day, an hour, free from oppression. You shall not be able to lift anything without agony. Every passing minute will make your muscles crack. What is feather to others will be a rock to you. The simplest things will become difficult. Life will become monstrous about you. To come, to go, to breathe, will be so many terrible tasks for you. Your lungs will feel like a hundred-pound weight.

They say love is blindness of heart; I say not to love is blindness.

Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.

Sacrificing the earth for paradise is giving up the substance for the shadow.

An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.

The peculiarity of sunrise is to make us laugh at all our terrors of the night, and our laugh is always proportioned to the fear we have had.

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.