To Speak Of Love Is To Make

A Husband Can Commit No Greater Blunder Than To Discuss His Wife, If She Is Virtuous, With His Mistress; Unless It Be To Mention His Mistress, If She Is Beautiful, To His Wife.

Music Is Of Two Kinds: One Petty, Poor, Second-rate, Never Varying, Its Base The Hundred Or So Phrasings Which All Musicians Understand, A Babbling Which Is More Or Less Pleasant, The Life That Most Composers Live.

Economized Love Is Never Real Love.

When There Is An Old Maid In The House, A Watchdog Is Unnecessary.

Glory Is A Poison, Good To Be Taken In Small Doses.