What the inner voice says will not disappoint the hoping soul.

Man only plays when in the full meaning of the word he is a man, and he is only completely a man when he plays.

Satisfy a few to please many is bad.

Death is a mighty mediator. There all the flames of rage are extinguished, hatred is appeased, and angelic pity, like a weeping sister, bends with gentle and close embrace over the funeral urn.

Stubbornness is not firmness.

But how is the artist to protect himself against the corruption of the age which besets him on all sides?

Dare to be wrong and to dream.