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

If music could be translated into human speech, it would no longer need to exist.

An artist doesn't necessarily have deeper feelings than other people, but he can express these feelings. He is like everyone else-only more so! He speaks with a Formal Sigh.

If a composer could state in words what being a composer means, he would no longer need to be a composer.

Arguably, no artist grows up: If he sheds the perceptions of childhood, he ceases being an artist.

Nothing is a waste that makes a memory.

Why, after all, must everyone like music? That they are missing something is just the lover's opinion.