Composers should write tunes that chauffeurs and errand boys can whistle.

Magical music never leaves the memory.

At a rehearsal I let the orchestra play as they like. At the concert I make them play as I like.

Her singing reminds me of a cart coming downhill with the brake on.

There are two golden rules for an orchestra: start together and finish together. The public doesn't give a damn what goes on in between.

As you'll never hear the thing again, my boy, why not throw in a couple of brass bands?

In the first movement alone, I took note of six pregnancies and at least four miscarriages.