Whoever Is Most Impertinent Has The Best

My Great Grandfather Used To Say To His Wife, My Great-grandmother, Who In Turn Told Her Daughter, My Grandmother, Who Repeated It To Her Daughter, My Mother, Who Used To Remind Her Daughter, My Own Sister, That To Talk Well And Eloquently Was A Very Great Art, But That An Equally Great One Was To Know The Right Moment To Stop.

I Pay No Attention Whatever To Anybody's Praise Or Blame. I Simply Follow My Own Feelings.

A Man Of Ordinary Talent Will Always Be Ordinary, Whether He Travels Or Not; But A Man Of Superior Talent (which I Cannot Deny Myself To Be Without Being Impious) Will Go To Pieces If He Remains Forever In The Same Place.

Nevertheless The Passions, Whether Violent Or Not, Should Never Be So Expressed As To Reach The Point Of Causing Disgust; And Music, Even In Situations Of The Greatest Horror, Should Never Be Painful To The Ear But Should Flatter And Charm It, And Thereby Always Remain Music.

The Taste Of Death Is Upon My Lips. I Feel Something That Is Not Of This Earth.