Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.
Shared joys make a friend, not shared sufferings.
Faith: not wanting to know what is true.
Is man one of God's blunders? Or is God one of man's blunders?
Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil.
To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.
Is life not a thousand times too short for us to bore ourselves?
In music, the passions enjoy themselves.
He who has a 'why' to live, can bear with almost any 'how'.
