Since Love Is Folly, A Foolish Woman

Mozart Starved, But You Allow Thalberg And Liszt Make Tons Of Gold: Of Course, You May Think That Someone Immortal Cannot Die Of Hunger

Genius Differs From Talent Not By The Amount Of Original Thoughts, But By Making The Latter Fertile And By Positioning Them Properly, In Other Words, By Integrating Everything Into A Whole, Whereas Talent Produces Only Fragments, No Matter How Beautiful.

Bunglers And Pedants Judge Art According To Genre; They Approve Of This And Dismiss That Genre, But Instead Of Genres, The Open-minded Connoisseur Appreciates Only Individual Works.

Genius Resembles A Bell; In Order To Ring It Must Be Suspended Into Pure Air, And When A Foreign Body Touches It, Its Joyful Toneis Silenced.

The Prince Exults Whomever He Selects As His Consort, But The Queen, Rather Than Elevating The Subject Of Her Choice, Humiliates Him As A Man. By All That Is Right, A Man Is Not Intended To Be The Husband Of His Wife, But A Woman Is To Be Her Husband's Wife.