The chaste woman who teases is worse than a streetwalker.
Scratch an artist and you surprise a child.
Liszt's so-called piano music is nothing but Chopin and brandy.
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.
Great art is an instant arrested in eternity.
We are all snobs of the Infinite, parvenus of the Eternal.