A Civilization Begins To Decline The Moment

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

Philosophy: Impersonal Anxiety; Refuge Among Anemic Ideas.

Shame On The Man Who Goes To His Grave Escorted By The Miserable Hopes That Have Kept Him Alive.

The Curtain Of The Universe Is Moth-eaten, And Through Its Holes We See Nothing Now But Mask And Ghost.

To Live Entirely Without A Goal! I Have Glimpsed This State, And Have Often Attained It, Without Managing To Remain There: I Am Too Weak For Such Happiness.