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

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.

If she is attractive, I can't perform with her; if she is not, then I won't.

No woman is worth the loss of a night's sleep.

Beethoven's last quartets were written by a deaf man and should only be listened to by a deaf man.

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."

The English may not like music, but they absolutely love the noise it makes.