The student who deceives himself into thinking that he is giving his life like an ascetic in the spirit of sacrifice for art, is the victim of a deplorable species of egotism.

A student will send me an urgent appeal to hear her, saying she is poor and wants my advice as to whether it is worth while to continue her studies. I invariably refuse such requests.

In the piano, one has the instrument complete before he begins; but in the case of the voice, the instrument has to be developed by study.

French is, in many ways, more difficult for an English-speaking person to sing. It is so full of complex and trying vowels. It requires the utmost subtlety.

The sincerity of the art worker must permeate the song as naturally as the green leaves break through the dead branches in springtime.

Inspired by the purse rather than the soul, the mercenary side fairly screams in many of the works put out by every day American publishers.

When the student has her voice under complete control, it is safe to take up the lyric repertoire of Mendelssohn, Old English Songs, etc. How simple and charming they are!