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

The oldest, truest, most beautiful organ of music, the origin to which alone our music owes its being, is the human voice.

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.

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

That even in its sharpest pangs of pain a dog can still caress its master we have learnt from the studies of vivisectors.

Human dignity begins to assert itself only at the point where man is distinguishable from the beast by pity for it.

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.