Most people enjoy the sight of their own handwriting as they enjoy the smell of their own farts.

Music can be made anywhere, is invisible and does not smell.

To me Art's subject is the human clay, / And landscape but a background to a torso; / All Cezanne's apples I would give away / For one small Goya or a Daumier.

Every high C accurately struck demolishes the theory that we are the irresponsible puppets of fate or chance.

A professor is someone who talks in someone else's sleep.

A man is a form of life that dreams in order to act and acts in order to dream.

If it really was Queen Elizabeth who demanded to see Falstaff in a comedy, then she showed herself a very perceptive critic. But even in The Merry Wives of Windsor, Falstaff has not and could not have found his true home because Shakespeare was only a poet. For that he was to wait nearly two hundred years till Verdi wrote his last opera. Falstaff is not the only case of a character whose true home is the world of music; others are Tristan, Isolde and Don Giovanni.