The art of translation lies less in knowing the other language than in knowing your own.
Quarrels in France strengthen a love affair, in America they end it.
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.
All men are forced into one of two categories: those with eleven fingers and those without.
If music could be translated into human speech, it would no longer need to exist.
The Great don't innovate, they fertilize seeds planted by lackeys, they leave to others the inhaling of the flowers whose roots they've manured. A deceptive memory may be the key to their originality.