Money is the god of our time, and Rothschild is his prophet.
Where words leave off, music begins.
Write . . . write . . . pencil . . . paper.
The people have no ear, either for rhythm or music, and their unnatural passion for pianoforte playing and singing is thus all the more repulsive. There is nothing on earth more terrible than English music, except English painting.
Every woman is the gift of a world to me.
We know only that our entire existence is forced into new paths and disrupted, that new circumstances, new joys and new sorrows await us, and that the unknown has its uncanny attractions, alluring and at the same time anguishing.