Art! Who comprehends her? With whom can one consult concerning this great goddess?

Whoever tells a lie is not pure of heart, and such a person can not cook a clean soup.

Fate gave to man the courage of endurance.

Anyone who tells a lie has not a pure heart, and cannot make a good soup.

I shall hear in heaven.

Yet it was impossible for me to say to people, 'Speak louder, shout, for I am deaf.' Ah, how could I possibly admit an infirmity in the one sense which ought to be more perfect in me than others, a sense which I once possessed in the highest perfection, a perfection such as few in my profession enjoy or ever have enjoyed.

Rossini would have been a great composer if his teacher had spanked him enough on his backside.