Music has no subject beyond the combinations of notes we hear, for music speaks not only by means of sounds, it speaks nothing but sound.

The Prelude to Tristan and Isolde reminds me of the old Italian painting of a martyr whose intestines are slowly unwound from his body on a reel.

An art aims, above all, at producing something beautiful which affects not our feelings but the organ of pure contemplation, our imagination.

Grant that the true organ with which the beautiful is apprehended is the imagination, and it follows that all arts are likely to affect the feelings indirectly.

Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto gives us for the first time the hideous notion that there can be music that stinks to the ear.

You cannot imagine the wild enthusiasm that these two men created in Vienna. Newspapers went into raptures over each new waltz, and innumerable articles appeared about Lanner and Strauss.

That the sweetly intoxicating three-four rhythm which took hold of hand & foot, necessarily eclipsed great & serious music & made the audience unfit for any intellectual effort goes without saying.

Some people talk in their sleep. Lecturers talk while other people sleep

I have a lot of faith in the power of joking to make something thoughtful.

There is nothing wrong with making mistakes, but one should always make new ones. Repeating mistakes is a hallmark of dim consciousness.

Back in the 60s, San Francisco artists lived in communes.

Cooking today is far greater than it ever was, and more importantly, a chef's role today has changed dramatically over the last decade.

Life is a creation, not a discovery.

Every business will face tough times.

I only eat one meal a day. Lunch, not dinner.

The need of truth is more sacred than any other need.

I don't mean to be bashful, but I was