One is very crazy when in love.

It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony.

Men love to wonder, and that is the seed of science.

Do what you love. Know your own bone gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, and gnaw it still.

Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.