It Is A Real Pleasure To See

It Is Not Hard To Compose, But What Is Fabulously Hard Is To Leave The Superfluous Notes Under The Table.

It Is Not Hard To Compose But It Is Wonderfully Hard To Let The Superfluous Notes Fall Under The Table. . . So Many Melodies Fly About, One Must Be Careful Not To Tread On Them.

What Would Become Of All Historical Biography If It Was Written Only With Consideration For Other Peoples' Feelings?

If We Cannot Write With The Beauty Of Mozart, Let Us At Least Try To Write With His Purity.

In Him Converge All Previous Streams Of Tendency, Not As Into A Pool, Stagnant, Passive, Motionless, But As A Noble River That Received Its Tributary Waters And Bearss Them Onward In Larger And Statelier Volume.