Magical music never leaves the memory.

A soprano in Massenet's Don Quixote complained that she had missed her entry in the aria, "because Mr. Challiapin always dies too soon." "Madam, you must be profoundly in error," said Sir Thomas, "No operatic star has yet died half soon enough for me."

What can you do with it? It's like a lot of yaks jumping about.

We cannot expect you to be with us all the time, but perhaps you could be good enough to keep in touch now and again.

It is quite untrue that British people don't appreciate music. They may not understand it but they absolutely love the noise it makes.

Music first and last should sound well, should allure and enchant the ear. Never mind the inner significance.

I find brass bands have a melancholy sound. All right out of doors, of course - fifty miles away. Like bagpipes, they turn what had been a dream into a public nuisance.