Love Is Cruel As The Grave.

The Joy Of A Strong Nature Is As Cloudless As Its Suffering Is Desolate.

A Little Scandal Is An Excellent Thing; Nobody Is Ever Brighter Or Happier Of Tongue Than When He Is Making Mischief Of His Neighbors.

We Do Not Want To Think. We Do Not Want To Hear. We Do Not Care About Anything. Only Give Us A Good Dinner And Plenty Of Money, And Let Us Outshine Our Neighbors. There Is The Nineteenth Century Gospel.

Music Is Not A Science Any More Than Poetry Is. It Is A Sublime Instinct, Like Genius Of All Kinds.

Excess Always Carries It's Own Retributions.