Real men are sadly lacking in this world, for when they are put to the test they prove worthless.

I find little in the works of Beethoven, Berlioz, Wagner and others when they are led by a conductor who functions like a windmill.

I foster a sorrowful conception of affection. Make no sacrifices.

Broad paths are open to every endeavour, and a sympathetic recognition is assured to every one who consecrates his art to the divine services of a conviction of a consciousness.

In life one must decide whether to conjugate the verb to have or the verb to be.

Supreme serenity still remains the Ideal of great Art. The shapes and transitory forms of life are but stages toward this Ideal, which Christ's religion illuminates with His divine light.

A good Cuban cigar closes the doors to the vulgarities of the world.