Many's the man/ who thought himself wise/ but what he needed/ he did not know.

Many's the man/ who thought himself wise/ but what he needed/ he did not know.

I hate this fast growing tendency to chain men to machines in big factories and deprive them of all joy in their efforts - the plan will lead to cheap men and cheap products.

What Music expresses is eternal, infinite, and ideal; she expresses not the passion, love, desire, of this or that individual in this or that condition, but Passion, Love, Desire itself, and in such infinitely varied phases as lie in her unique possession and are foreign and unknown to any other tongue...So...Here's to Victory, gained by our higher sense over the worthlessness of the vulgar! To Love, which crowns our courage...To the day, to the night!...And three cheers for Music.

Music is the inarticulate speech of the heart, which cannot be compressed into words, because it is infinite.

The language of tones belongs equally to all mankind, and melody is the absolute language in which the musician speaks to every heart.

These revelations expressed through Art work upon the soul with a force carrying its own conviction and permeate our sentient life with a sense of truth which logic and mere reason are powerless to combat.