The immoral profession of musical criticism must be abolished.

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

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

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.

Joy is not in things; it is in us.

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

Imagination creates reality.