Art! Who Comprehends Her? With Whom Can

Tones Sound, And Roar And Storm About Me Until I Have Set Them Down In Notes.

It Is My Belief One Should Not Belittle The Artist; While, However Glorious His Fame May Seem, His Time On Mount Olympus As An Honourable Guest Of Zeus Is Short. It's A Pity, But All Too Eager Will The Common Folk Drag Him From This Etherial Heights To The Low And Trodden Earth.

Only The Pure In Heart Can Make A Good Soup.

What You Are, You Are By Accident Of Birth; What I Am, I Am By Myself. There Are And Will Be A Thousand Princes; There Is Only One Beethoven.

I Can Live Only Wholly With You Or Not At All.