Music Is Not A Science Any More

A Cruel Story Runs On Wheels, And Every Hand Oils The Wheels As They Run.

There Is A Chord In Every Heart That Has A Sigh In It If Touched Aright.

No Great Talker Ever Did Any Great Thing Yet, In This World.

Nature I Believe In. True Art Aims To, Represent Men And Women, Not As My Little Self Would Have Them, But As They Appear. My Heroes And Heroines I Want Not Extreme Types, All Good Or All Bad; But Human, Mortal--partly Good, Partly Bad. Realism I Need. Pure Mental Abstractions Have No Significance For Me.

Belief Of Some Sort Is The Lifeblood Of Art.