A man must be in sympathy with society around him, or else, not wish to be in sympathy with it. If neither of these two, he must be wretched.

Great thoughts ensure musical expression.

Love and you shall be loved. All love is mathematically just, as much as two sides of an algebraic equation.

Music takes us out of the actual and whispers to us dim secrets that startles out wonder as to who we are, and for what, whence, and whereto.

It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.

Universities are of course hostile to geniuses.

There is one mind common to all individual men. Every man is an inlet to the same and to all of the same.