Die Musik steckt nicht in den Noten. Sondern in der Stille dazwischen.

"He fixed his eyes on my fingers while I played to him, then said suddenly, "My God; I work at it till I sweat and yet get no success - while you, my friend, simply play at it!" "Yes," said I, "but I too had to work in order that I might be exempt from work now.

All I insist on, and nothing else, is that you should show the whole world that you are not afraid. Be silent, if you choose; but when it is necessary, speak — and speak in such a way that people will remember it.

Some fellow built a house here and wrote on it:
When I built my house I was very glad,
when I knew its cost I got very sad.
(During the night somebody scribbled right under it:)
Building a house takes a lot of loot,
and you should have known it,
you nincompoop.

I ask you most humbly to continue loving me a little, and to be content for the moment with this token of a congratulation until new drawers can be made for my small little brain box, so I have a place to put the brain that I still hope to acquire.

Our arses should be signs of peace!

Melody is the essence of music. I compare a good melodist to a fine racer, and counterpointists to hack post-horses; therefore be advised, let well alone and remember the old Italian proverb: Chi sa più, meno sa — Who knows most, knows least.