Every Disease Is A Musical Problem; Every

Friendship, Love, And Piety Ought To Be Handled With A Sort Of Mysterious Secrecy; They Ought To Be Spoken Of Only In The Rare Moments Of Perfect Confidence, To Be Mutually Understood In Silence. Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be Thought; Many More, To Be Spoken.

Everywhere We Seek The Absolute, And Always We Find Only Things.

What Delights, What Pleasures Does Your Life Offer You That Outweigh The Raptures Of Death?

The World Must Be Romanticized. In This Way The Originary Meaning May Be Found Again.

The Highest Purpose Of Intellectual Cultivation Is To Give A Man A Perfect Knowledge And Mastery Of His Own Inner Self.