We possess art lest we perish of the truth.

Art is our chief means of breaking bread with the dead.

It has always been my practice to cast a long paragraph in a single mold, to try it by my ear, to deposit it in my memory, but to suspend the action of the pen till I had given the last polish to my work.

Art lives from constraints and dies from freedom.

If a king loves music, there is little wrong in the land.