Life Swings Like A Pendulum Backward And

Genius Is An Intellect That Has Become Unfaithful To Its Destiny.

A Man Finds Himself, To His Great Astonishment, Suddenly Existing, After Thousands And Thousands Of Years Of Non-existence: He Lives For A Little While; And Then, Again, Comes An Equally Long Period When He Must Exist No More. The Heart Rebels Against This, And Feels That It Cannot Be True.

Honor Has Not To Be Won; It Must Only Not Be Lost.

Music Is The Melody Whose Text Is The World.

It Is A Clumsy Experiment To Make; For It Involves The Destruction Of The Very Consciousness Which Puts The Question And Awaits The Answer.