Glance into the world just as though time were gone and everything crooked will become straight to you.
Without music, life would be a mistake.
A man's maturity consists in having found again the seriousness one had as a child, at play.
What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we do and crosswise to our purposes? For love to bridge these opposites through joy it must not eliminate or deny them.
When you look long into the abyss, the abyss looks into you.
To forget one's purpose is the commonest form of stupidity.
To forget one's purpose is the commonest form of stupidity.
For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
