Music is essentially useless, as life is.
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world.
Fanaticism consists in redoubling your effort when you have forgotten your aim.
Nothing is really so poor and melancholy as art that is interested in itself and not in its subject.
Happiness is the only sanction of life; where happiness fails, existence remains a mad and lamentable experiment.
Music is essentially useless, as life is: but both have an ideal extension which lends utility to its conditions.