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.
Honore de BalzacSuicide, moreover, was at the time in vogue in Paris: what more suitable key to the mystery of life for a skeptical society?
Honore de Balzac