The victor is often vanquished by his own success.
The lemonade is weak, like your soul.
Utility is the great idol of the age, to which all powers must do service and all talents swear allegiance. In this great balance of utility, the spiritual service of art has no weight, and, deprived of all encouragement, it vanishes from the noisy Vanity Fair of our time.
Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn't roar?
Accursed be he who plays with the devil.
A gloomy guest fits not a wedding feast.