Solitude has a healing consoler, friend, companion: it is work.

What is all our knowledge worth? We do not even know what the weather will be tomorrow.

We consider it tedious to talk of the weather, and yet there is nothing more important.

Some men, like modern shops, hang everything in their show windows; when one goes inside, nothing is to be found.

If you sound great in the practice room, you're practicing the wrong thing. Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

Years teach us more than books.

The silver-leaved birch retains in its old age a soft bark; there are some such men.