Just handle the books gently and you’ll get along fine.

I can't count the men who have tried to seduce me away from my virtue by teaching me how to defend it.

How odd to watch a mortal kindle / Then to dwindle day by day / Knowing their bright souls are tinder / And the wind will have its way

He had a bright, reckless tenor that was always wandering off, looking for notes in the wrong places.

Music sounds different to the one who plays it. It is the musician's curse.

A tree doesn't make a thunderstorm, but any fool knows where lightning's going to strike.

That was another lesson I had learned perhaps too well: people meant pain.