Approval or blame will follow in the world to come. |
Our castle is not imposing, but is well built, and surrounded by a very fine garden. I live in the bailiff's house. |
No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by. |
One bites into the brass mouthpiece of his wooden cudgel, and the other blows his cheeks out on a French horn. Do you call that Art? |
The moment is supreme. |
A man endures misfortune without complaint. |
There are two contrary impulses which govern this man's brain-the one sane, and the other eccentric. They alternate at regular intervals. |
There are eight girls in the house in which I am living, and practically all of them are good looking. You can realize that I am kept busy. |
I am composing like a god, as if it simply had to be done as it has been done. |
Why should the composer be more guilty than the poet who warms to fantasy by a strange flame, making an idea that inspires him the subject of his own very different treatment? |
The manager is to be blamed who distributes parts to his players which they are unable to act. |
Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy. |
When I wished to sing of love, it turned to sorrow. And when I wished to sing of sorrow, it was transformed for me into love. |
I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can. |
Above all things, I must not get angry. If I do get angry I knock all the teeth out of the mouth of the poor wretch who has angered me. |
You believe happiness to be derived from the place in which once you have been happy, but in truth it is centered in ourselves. |
Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife. |
The world resembles a stage on which every man is playing a part. |
Why does God endow us with compassion? |
Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy. |