To be selfish is to sacrifice the nobler for the meaner ends, and to be sordidly content.
Hugh Reginald HaweisOh, the solitariness of sin! There is nothing like it, except, perhaps, the solitariness of death. In that isolation none can reach you, none can feed you.
Hugh Reginald HaweisThe cause of freedom, in music as elsewhere, is now very nearly triumphant; but at a time when its adversaries were many and powerful, we can hardly imagine the sacred bridge of liberty kept by a more stalwart trio than Schubert the Armorer, Chopin the Refiner, and Liszt the Thunderer.
Hugh Reginald Haweis