Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent |
My coat and I live comfortably together. It has assumed all my wrinkles, does not hurt me anywhere, has molded itself on my deformaties, and is complacent to all my movements, and I only feel its presence because it keeps me warm. Old coats and old f |
My friends, remember this, that there are no weeds, and no worthless men, there are only bad farmers. |
My tastes are aristocratic, my actions democratic. |
Nations, like stars, are entitled to eclipse. All is well, provided the light returns and the eclipse does not become endless night. Dawn and resurrection are synonymous. The reappearance of the light is the same as the survival of the soul. |
No army can withstand the strength of an idea whose time has come. |
No one keeps a secret so well as a child |
No one knows like a woman how to say things which are at once gentle and deep |
Nothing awakens a reminiscence like an odor |
Nothing else in the world...not all the armies...is so powerful as an idea whose time has come. |
One can dream of something more terrible than a hell where one suffers; it's a hell where one would get bored. |
One can resist the invasion of an army but one cannot resist the invasion of ideas. |
One cannot be a good historian of the outward, visible world without giving some thought to the hidden, private life of ordinary people; and on the other hand one cannot be a good historian of this inner life without taking into account outward events where these are relevant. They are two orders of fact which reflect each other, which are always linked and which sometimes provoke each other. |
One is not idle because one is absorbed. There is both visible and invisible labor. To contemplate is to toil, to think is to do. The crossed arms work, the clasped hands act. The eyes upturned to Heaven are an act of creation. |
Our acts make or mar us, we are the children of our own deeds. |