To measure up to all that is demanded of him, a man must overestimate his capacities

Woe to falsehood! it affords no relief to the breast, like truth; it gives us no comfort, pains him who forges it, and like an arrow directed by a god flies back and wounds the archer.

If youth is a fault, it is one that one gets rid of soon enough.

Music, in the best sense, does not require novelty; nay, the older it is, and the more we are accustomed to it, the greater its effect.

If a man writes a book, let him set down only what he knows. I have guesses enough of my own.

There is no patriotic art.

All intelligent thoughts have already been thought; what is necessary is only to try to think them again.