I must have been an insufferable child; all children are.
The worst sin... is... to be indifferent.
Wise kings wear shabby clothes, and leave the gold lace to the drum major.
Principles without programs are platitudes.
Hell is full of musical amateurs.
To endure the pain of living, we all drug ourselves more or less with gin, with literature, with superstitions, with romance, with idealism, political, sentimental, and moral, with every possible preparation of that universal hashish: imagination.