Ah, That Tastes Nice. Thank You.

Never Criticize The Composition Of A Royal Highness. You Never Know Who May Have Written It.

Without Craftsmanship, Inspiration Is A Mere Reed Shaken In The Wind.

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

Those Who Enjoy Their Own Emotionally Bad Health And Who Habitually Fill Their Own Minds With The Rank Poisons Of Suspicion, Jealousy And Hatred, As A Rule Take Umbrage At Those Who Refuse To Do Likewise, And They Find A Perverted Relief In Trying To Denigrate Them.

How Lucky Is The Man Who, Like Mozart And Others, Goes To The Tavern Of An Evening And Writes Some Fresh Music. For He Lives While He Is Creating.