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

The sound of the harpsichord resembles that of a bird-cage played with toasting-forks.

Great music is that which penetrates the ear with facility and leaves the memory with difficulty. Magical music never leaves the memory.

The grand tune is the only thing in music that the great public really understands.

The function of music is to release us from the tyranny of conscious thought.

"Have you heard any Stockhausen?" Beecham was asked. "No, but I believe I have stepped in some."

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