The sinews of art and literature, like those of war, are money.

Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.

Every man's work, whether it be literature, or music or pictures or architecture or anything else, is always a portrait of himself.

Life is like music it must be composed by ear, feeling, and instinct, not by rule.

It is a wise tune that knows its own father, and I like my music to be the legitimate offspring of respectable parents.