The desire to annoy no one, to harm no one, can equally well be the sign of a just as of an anxious disposition.

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.

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.