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Heine Commenting On The Music Of Louis Hector Berlioz: He Is An Immense Nightingale, A Lark As Great As An Eagle. . . . The Music Causes Me To Dream Of Fabulous Empires, Filled With Fabulous Sins.

Only By Pairing Knowledge With Inspiration Will Art Evolve. Without These Conditions Any Musician Will Remain A Flawed Artist, If One May Speak Of An Artist At All.

Every Composer Knows The Anguish And Despair Occasioned By Forgetting Ideas Which One Had No Time To Write Down.

Which Of The Two Powers, Love Or Music, Can Elevate Man To The Sublimest Heights? ... It Is A Problem, And Yet It Seems To Me That This Is The Answer: 'love Can Give No Idea Of Music; Music Can Give An Idea Of Love.' ... Why Separate Them? They Are Two Wings Of The Soul.

A Feeble Mind, Conscious Of Its Own Feebleness, Grows Feeble Under That Very Consciousness. As Soon As The Power Of Fear Becomes Known To It, There Follows The Fear Of Fear, And, On The First Perturbation, Reason Abandons It.