Mozart's music is the mysterious language of a distant spiritual kingdom, whose marvelous accents echo in our inner being and arouse a higher, intensive life.

Is it not in the most absolute simplicity that real genius plies its pinions the most wonderfully?

There is nothing more marvelous or madder than real life.

How prone poor Humanity is to dam up the minutest remnants of its freedom, and build an artificial roof to prevent it looking up to the clear blue sky.

It is nearly always the most improbable things that really come to pass.

It is useless to contend with the irresistible power of Time, which goes on continually creating by a process of constant destruction.

Once you are dancing with the devil, the prettiest capers won't help you.