Wherever We Go, We Come Up Against

For A Long Time—always, In Fact—i Have Known That Life Here On Earth Is Not What I Needed And That I Wasn’t Able To Deal With It; For This Reason And For This Reason Alone, I Have Acquired A Touch Of Spiritual Pride, So That My Existence Seems To Me The Degradation And The Erosion Of A Psalm.

A Man Who Fears Ridicule Will Never Go Far, For Good Or Ill: He Remains On This Side Of This Talents, And Even If He Has Genius, He Is Doomed To Mediocrity.

What Strangely Enchanted Tunes Gush Forth During Those Sleepless Nights!

If There Is Anyone Who Owes Everything To Bach, It Is Certainly God.

Tyrants Are Always Assassinated Too Late. That Is Their Great Excuse.