There Are Too Many Souls

Stupidity Is Always Astounding, No Matter How Often One Encounters It.

I Only Fear The Death Of Others. For Me, True Death Is That Of The People I Love

Good Music Resembles Something. It Resembles The Composer.

I Have Never Felt Any Connection With My Family. There Is—i Must Say Simply—something In Me That Is Not In My Family. That Was Not Visible In My Father Or Mother. I Do Not Know Its Origin.

True Realism Consists In Revealing The Surprising Things Which Habit Keeps Covered And Prevents Us From Seeing.