Life is fragile and absurd.
If, then, I were asked for the most important advice I could give, that which I considered to be the most useful to the men of our century, I should simply say: in the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you.
I feel that I am entitled to my share of lightheartedness and there is nothing wrong with enjoying one’s self simply, like a boy.
Life could be limitless joy, if we would only take it for what it is, in the way it is given to us.
Music is the shorthand of emotion. Emotions, which let themselves be described in words with such difficulty, are directly conveyed to man in music, and in that is its power and significance.
The hero of my tale, whom I love with all the power of my soul, whom I have tried to portray in all his beauty, who has been, is, and will be beautiful, is Truth.
Rivers are places that renew our spirit, connect us with our past, and link us directly with the flow and rhythm of the natural world.
Music is love in search of a voice.
One can no more approach people without love than one can approach bees without care. Such is the quality of bees...
Human love serves to love those dear to us but to love one’s enemies we need divine love.
I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.
Art lifts man from his personal life into the universal life.
My piece of bread only belongs to me when I know that everyone else has a share, and that no one starves while I eat.
Is it really possible to tell someone else what one feels?
You can love a person dear to you with a human love, but an enemy can only be loved with divine love.
Kings are the slaves of history.
The vocation of every man and woman is to serve other people.
Art is a microscope which the artist fixes on the secrets of his soul, and shows to people these secrets which are common to all.
In the best, the friendliest and simplest relations flattery or praise is necessary, just as grease is necessary to keep wheels turning.
Human science fragments everything in order to understand it, kills everything in order to examine it.