He who takes people for smart pays an expensive lesson.

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

Erroneous views and presumptuousness send a talent to the insane asylum.

The plot! The plot! What kind of plot could a poet possibly provide that is not surpassed by the thinking, feeling reader? Form alone is divine.

Dilettantes appreciate the work, professors the master at the same time.

The ideas of an age are most abundant where they are not crowded by original ideas.

Moons and years pass by and are gone forever, but a beautiful moment shimmers through life a ray of light.