A conglomerate of complicated words, they confuse, condemn and cajole, created, he is sure, for the sole purpose of fuddling the listener, which in this case is regrettably him.

O my love, my wife!Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breathHath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

I want to create, not kill.

When he spoke of love, it was in the manner of someone who can recite a phrase in a foreign language but has no idea what it means. He only knows that it sounds pretty.

Right is right even if no one is doing it

More tears are shed over answered prayers than unanswered ones.

There is a good deal of solemn cant about the common interests of capital and labor. As matters stand, their only common interest is that of cutting each others throat.

The constant expansion has diluted the talent. Other than that, it's still the same game.

We are able to laugh when we achieve detachment, if only for a moment.

Not all things are to be discovered; many are better concealed.

Much music teaching seems more concerned with controlling the student than with encouraging the student's own impulses.