Music, because of its specific and far-reaching metaphorical powers, can name the unnamable and communicate the unknowable.

It would be nice to hear someone accidentally whistle something of mine, somewhere, just once.

Children must receive music instruction as naturally as food, with as much pleasure as they derive from a ball game, and this must happen from the beginning of their lives.

I hate you, Richard Wagner . . . but I hate you on my knees.

From New Year's on the outlook brightens; good humor lost in a mood of failure returns. I resolve to stop complaining.

I'm no longer quite sure what the question is, but I do know that the answer is Yes.

I've been all over the world and I've never seen a statue of a critic.