Hell is full of musical amateurs: music is the brandy of the damned.

Lack of money is the root of all evil.

Women upset everything. When you let them into your life, you find that the woman is driving at one thing and you're driving at another.

This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of Nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.

Every man has a right to his opinion, but no man has a right to be wrong in his facts.

Music is essentially useless, as life is: but both have an ideal extension which lends utility to its conditions.