Out Of My Great Sorrows, I Make

Nothing Is More Futile Than Theorizing About Music. No Doubt There Are Laws, Mathematically Strict Laws, But These Laws Are Not Music; They Are Only Its Conditions? The Essence Of Music Is Revelation.

This Was But A Prelude; Where Books Are Burnt Human-beings Will Be Burnt In The End

Ich Glaube Sogar, Durch Leidensk A« Mpfe K O« Nnten Dietiere Zu Menschen Werden. I Believe That By Suffering Even Animals Could Be Made Human.

The Deepest Truth Blooms Only From The Deepest Love.

Experience Is A Good School. But The Fees Are High.