It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.
Genius is childhood recalled at will.
Music fathoms the sky.
It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.
The pleasure we derive from the representation of the present is due, not only to the beauty it can be clothed in, but also to its essential quality of being the present.
I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.
The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels. He can sleep.
The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music, and it has the additional merit of being human and palpable. Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.