In music, the passions enjoy themselves.
Is man one of God's blunders? Or is God one of man's blunders?
Is life not a thousand times too short for us to bore ourselves?
He who has a 'why' to live, can bear with almost any 'how'.
Tragedy absorbs the highest musical ecstasies, and thus brings music to a state of true perfection.
The future influences the present just as much as the past.
We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.
Convictions are more dangerous enemies of truth than lies.
It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.