What would become of all historical biography if it was written only with consideration for other peoples' feelings?

Those are miracles that no merely human brain can work. The artist is merely the sound conduct of a Force that dictates to him what he should do.

If there is anyone here whom I have not insulted, I beg his pardon.

If we cannot write with the beauty of Mozart, let us at least try to write with his purity.

What would become of all historical biography if it was written only with consideration for other peoples' feelings?

One should never forget that by actually perfecting one piece one gains and learns more than by starting or half-finishing a dozen.

We cling nervously to the melody, but we don't handle it freely, we don't really make anything new out of it, we merely overload it.