One does not study for a goal. The goal is a mere accident.

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

If the student could give up her work on my advice, she had better give it up without it. One does not study for a goal. The goal is a mere accident.

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.

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 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.

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.