Servants honor their master by their service.
Mozart starved, but you allow Thalberg and Liszt make tons of gold: Of course, you may think that someone immortal cannot die of hunger
It is not a matter of desire, but of coercion and duty.
The real genres: good and bad.
Austrian soldiers are like horses: brave but easily frightened.
The manifestation of poetry in external life is formal perfection. True sentiment grows within, and art must represent internal phenomena externally.