Franz Liszt on George Sand

"Madame Sand would catch a butterfly, cage it, and feed it with herbs and flowers. That was the period of love. Then she put a pin through it and it struggled, for it was always she who broke off first."

"Afterwards she vivisected it and prepared it for her collection of heroes for her novels. It was trading in souls who had given themselves to her that finally made me sicken of her friendship."

"She has warmth soley in the works of her imagination, and an utterly cold heart."

It's still disturbing centuries later that George Sand failed to attend Frederic Chopin's funeral.