The trouble with music appreciation in general is that people are taught to have too much respect for music they should be taught to love it instead.

My God, so much I like to drink Scotch that sometimes I think my name is Igor Stra-whiskey.

Is it not by love alone that we succeed in penetrating to the very essence of being?

To listen is an effort, and just to hear is no merit. A duck hears also.

I take no pride in my artistic talents; they are God-given and I see absolutely no reason to become puffed up over something that one has received.

One has a nose. The nose scents and it chooses. An artist is simply a kind of pig snouting truffles.

Silence, which will save from shame, will also deprive me of fame.