It's not evil that's ruining the earth, but mediocrity. The crime is not that Nero played while Rome burned, but that he played badly.

The hardest of all the arts to speak of is music, because music has no meaning to speak of

Nothing is a waste that makes a memory.

The beautiful are shyer than the ugly, for they move in a world that does not ask for beauty.

Divine fires do not blaze each day but an artist functions in their afterglow, hoping for their recurrence.

It's not evil that's ruining the earth, but mediocrity. The crime is not that Nero played while Rome burned, but that he played badly.

In music the present is extended.