Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
Beauty makes one lose one's head. Poetry is born of this decapitation
The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.
Expect neither reward nor beatitude. Return noble waves for ignoble.
The public only takes up yesterday as a stick to beat today.
Artists can no more speak about their work, than plants can speak about horticulture.