Music is so easy to explain$$$ yet so inexplicable$$$ as it reproduces all the emotions of our inner being without reality$$$ remote from pain.

The conviction that the world and man is something that had better not have been$$$ is of a kind to fill us with indulgence towards one another.

A high degree of intellect tends to make a man unsocial.

A sense of humour is the only divine quality of man

Happiness consists in frequent repetition of pleasure

[If] it were possible to watch composing in the same way that one can watch painting$$$ if composers could have ateliers as did painters$$$ then it would be clear how superfluous the music theorist is and how he is just as harmful as the art academies.

All the sanguine guesswork of youth is there$$$ and the silliness; all the novelty of being alive and impressed by the urgency of tremendous trivialities.

Mute in that golden silence hung with green$$$<br>Come down from heaven and bring me in your eyes<br>Remembrance of all beauty that has been$$$<br>And stillness from the pools of Paradise.

Celebrity$$$ for me$$$ equal hatred.

He's finding out$$$ he's doing all right$$$ he'll go to school but nobody's going to teach him anything.