Liszt's so-called piano music is nothing but Chopin and brandy.
All men of action are dreamers.
Great art is an instant arrested in eternity.
Let there be no mincing of comparisons in this assertion. Not Turner, not Monet, painted so directly blinding shafts of sunlight as has this Spaniard.
The chaste woman who teases is worse than a streetwalker.
Life is like an onion: you peel off layer after layer and then you find there is nothing in it.