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

Pity, but never love bestows kind words upon the slave.

It's actually the spirit helping the spirit; it is the doctor, the bed, the potion.

The spirit of poetry combines the profundity of the philosopher and the child's delight in bright pictures.

The likeness of the world? A shadow! And world's glory? A dream!

In the arts, foolhardiness is always harmful; even worse, however, is clumsiness.

Why I love the ancients so much? Aside from everything else, when I read them, the entire past between them and me unfolds at thesame time. The hearts of how many heroes and poets may have been set on fire by Plutarch's biographies which now inspire me with their own and with borrowed flames!