Just as the bird sings or the butterfly soars, because it is his natural characteristic, so the artist works.

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!

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.

We are rich in the quantity of songs rather than in the quality. The singer has to go through hundreds of compositions before he finds one that really says something.

The real artist has no idea that he is sacrificing himself for art. He does “what he does for one reason and one reason only-he can't help doing it”

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.