Listen, my darling, listen to soft night approaching.

I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on,
The windows and the stars illumined, one by one,
The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily,
And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall see
The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass;
And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass,
I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight,
And build me stately palaces by candlelight.

Modernity signifies the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, the half of art of which the other half is the eternal and the immutable.

As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.

Music fathoms the sky.

Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.