Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.

The thirst for equality can express itself either as a desire to draw everyone down to one's level, or to raise oneself and everyone else up.

One loves ultimately one's desires, not the thing desired.

Not necessity, not desire /no, the love of power is the demon of men. Let them have everything /health, food, a place to live, entertainment /they are and remain unhappy and low-spirited: for the demon waits and waits and will be satisfied.

What I really want from music. That it be cheerful and profound like an afternoon in October. That it be individual, frolicsome, tender, a sweet small woman full of beastliness and charm.

The desire to create continually is vulgar and betrays jealousy, envy, ambition. If one is something one really does not need to make anything -and one nonetheless does very much. There exists above the ''productive'' man a yet higher species.