Without craftsmanship, inspiration is a mere reed shaken in the wind.

Without craftsmanship, inspiration is a mere reed shaken in the wind.

The only true immortality lies in one's children.

Never criticize the composition of a Royal Highness. You never know who may have written it.

If we cannot write with the beauty of Mozart, let us at least try to write with his purity.

What would become of all historical biography if it was written only with consideration for other peoples' feelings?

I sometimes ponder on variation form and it seems to me it ought to be more restrained, purer.