The Guilty One Is Not He Who

The Persistence Of An All-absorbing Idea Is Terrible.

Music Expresses That Which Cannot Be Said And On Which It Is Impossible To Be Silent.

Winter Is On My Head, But Eternal Spring Is In My Heart.

A Woman's Best Qualities Are Harmful If Undiluted With Prudence.

Let Us Have Compassion For Those Under Chastisement. Alas, Who Are We Ourselves? Who Am I And Who Are You? Whence Do We Come And Is It Quite Certain That We Did Nothing Before We Were Born? This Earth Is Not Without Some Resemblance To A Gaol. Who Knows But That Man Is A Victim Of Divine Justice? Look Closely At Life. It Is So Constituted That One Senses Punishment Everywhere.