Fortunately, something always remains to be harvested. So let us not be idle.
If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music.
An operetta is simply a small and gay opera.
Spring won't let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again.
Tradition is laziness.
I don't choose what I compose. It chooses me.