The way to deal with worldly people is to frighten them by repeating their scandalous whisperings aloud. — George Bernard Shaw

Even the youngest of us may be wrong sometimes.

I hate singers, a miserable crew who think that music exists only in their own throats.

Composers are not human; They can live on diminished sevenths, and be contented with a pianoforte for a wife, and a string quartet for a family.