It is with literature as with law or empire — an established name is an estate in tenure, or a throne in possession.
Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry; music without the idea is simply music; the idea without the music is prose from its very definitiveness.
The true genius shudders at incompleteness, imperfection, and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said.
From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.