I write [music] as a sow piddles.

Our riches, being in our brains, die with us... Unless of course someone chops off our head, in which case, we won't need them anyway.

To talk well and eloquently is a very great art, but that an equally great one is to know the right moment to stop.

If only the whole world could feel the power of harmony.

She's only pretty in that she has two small black eyes and a good figure.

One must not make oneself cheap here - that is a cardinal point - or else one is done. Whoever is most impertinent has the best chance.

When I feel well and in a good humour, or when I am taking a drive or walking after a good meal, or in the night when I cannot sleep, thoughts crowd into my mind as easily as my mind might wish.