To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world – impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define. The spectator is a prince who everywhere rejoices in his incognito.
It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not.
Je ne suis pas le Styx pour t’embrasser neuf fois.
Listen, my dear – with soft step the night hears.
Avalanche, veux-tu m’emporter dans ta chute?
We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose.
To say the word Romanticism is to say modern art – that is, intimacy, spirituality, color, aspiration towards the infinite, expressed by every means available to the arts.
Dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music.
Nothing can be done except little by little.
God is the only being who, in order to reign, doesn’t even need to exist.