Her Singing Reminds Me Of A Cart

Beethoven's Last Quartets Were Written By A Deaf Man And Should Only Be Listened To By A Deaf Man.

Great Music Is That Which Penetrates The Ear With Facility And Leaves The Memory With Difficulty. Magical Music Never Leaves The Memory.

The Sound Of A Harpsichord - Two Skeletons Copulating On A Tin Roof In A Thunderstorm.

At A Rehearsal I Let The Orchestra Play As They Like. At The Concert I Make Them Play As I Like.

Too Much Counterpoint; What Is Worse, Protestant Counterpoint.