The present is never poetic as it serves necessity, necessity, however, is prosaic.

Caution is the daughter of circumspection, but she tends to outgrow her mother.

When receiving an order, many servants repeat their "yes" numerous times, especially the lazy ones.

Praised be the good willing women who understand and take part in the fun--the body is an exacting beater, and even the heart is made of flesh.

Mozart starved, but you allow Thalberg and Liszt make tons of gold: Of course, you may think that someone immortal cannot die of hunger

How frightening it is to have reached the height of human accomplishment in art that must forever borrow from life's abundance.

It is open to question whether the highly individualized characters we find in Shakespeare are perhaps not detrimental to the dramatic effect. The human being disappears to the same degree as the individual emerges.