Glory is the sunshine of the dead
It's catastrophies which turn wise and strong people into philosophers.
As a rule, only the poor are generous. Rich people can always find excellent reasons for not handing over twenty thousand francs to a relative.
But does not happiness come from the soul within?
Happiness lends poetic charms to woman, and dress adorns her like a delicate tinge of rouge.
Music is of two kinds: one petty, poor, second-rate, never varying, its base the hundred or so phrasings which all musicians understand, a babbling which is more or less pleasant, the life that most composers live.