Life would be flat without music. It is the background to all I do. It speaks to the heart in its own special way like nothing else.
Beethoven can write music, thank God, but he can do nothing else on earth.
Tones sound, and roar and storm about me until I have set them down in notes.
I know of no more sacred duty than to rear and educate a child.
Only art and science can raise men to the level of God.
Do you think I give a damn about your and your pathetic violin?