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

I know absolutely nothing about music.

The immoral profession of musical criticism must be abolished.

Wherever the fish are, that's where we go.

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

You know my faithfulness to you, never can another own my heart, never - never - never...

...music is the living God in our bosoms.