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

History is the zoology of the human race.

How great seems human progress when we consider where it began, and how insignificant, when we contemplate the goals for which itstrives.

Reason and the ability to use it are two separate skills.

The graceful flowers of innocence are more valuable than the laurel crown of fame.

Mankind is getting smarter every day. Actually, it only seems so. At least we are making progress. We're progressing, to be sure, ever more deeply into the forest.

Critics are reprimanded when they get sarcastic. How absurd! Is the torch of criticism supposed to shine without burning?