Without tradition art is a flock of sheep without a shepherd. Without innovation it is a corpse.

Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes the pressure off the second.

You can give without loving but you can never love without giving.

In Spain attempting to obtain a chicken salad sandwich you wind up with a dish whose name when you look it up in your Spanish-English dictionary turns out to mean: Eel with big abscess.

I have been told that a young would-be composer wrote to Mozart asking advice as to how to compose a symphony. Mozart responded that a symphony was a complex and demanding form and that it would be better to start with something simpler. The young man protested 'But Herr Mozart you wrote symphonies when you were younger than I am now.' And Mozart replied 'I never asked how.'