There are two kinds of music; German music and bad music.

Opera in English is, in the main, just about as sensible as baseball in Italian.

The music critic, Huneber, could never quite make up his mind about a new symphony until he had seen the composer's mistress.

The feelings that Beethoven put into his music were the feelings of a god. There was something olympian in his snarls and rages, and there was a touch of hellfire in his mirth.

Richard Strauss--Old Home Week in Gomorrah

Debussy--A pretty girl with one blue eye and one brown one.

Chopin--Two embalmers at work upon a minor poetthe scent of tuberosesAutumn rain.