* some views expressed in these quotations not neccesarily endorsed by the author of this file.
* for entertainment only - history is not an exact science - dates and quotes not guaranteed for accuracy.
There is repetition everywhere, and nothing is found only once in the world.
He's very fussy about his drums, you know. They loom large in his legend.
I'm a dweller on the threshold -- And I'm waiting at the door
And I'm standing in the darkness -- I don't want to wait no more
The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things,
but their inward significance.
Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings
of misery and travail.
Art is a kind of illness.
The thermometer of success is merely the jealousy of the malcontents.
Lou Reed said of the Velvet Underground's debut album: it only sold about four hundred copies, but everybody who bought it started a band.
Reason ne'er was hand-and-glove - With rhyme, but always leant less to improving
The sound than sense - besides all these pretences
To Love, there are those things which Words name Senses.
I used to desire many, many things, but now I have just one desire, and that's to get rid of all my other desires.
If people knew how hard I have had to work to gain my mastery, it wouldn't seem wonderful at all.
I'm just glad it'll be Clark Gable who's falling on his face and not
Gary Cooper.
When we collaborate, I have to keep an eye on him. . . . If Auden had
his way, he would turn every play into a cross between grand opera and
high mass.
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because
he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears,
however measured or far away.
Every man is wise when attacked by a mad dog; fewer when pursued by a
mad woman; only the wisest survive when attacked by a mad notion.
True genius resides in the capacity for evaluation of uncertain, hazardous, and conflicting information.
I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours. I
love to keep it by me: the idea of getting rid of it nearly breaks my
heart.
My father taught me to work; he did not teach me to love it.
I am still half living in the world of my Fourth [Symphony].-This one
is quite fundamentally different from my other symphonies. But that
must be; I could never repeat a state of mind-and as life drives on,
so too I follow new tracks in every work. That is why at first it is
always so hard for me to get down to work. All the skill that
experience has taught one is of no avail. One has to begin to learn all
over again for the new thing one sets out to make. So one remains
everlastingly a beginner! Once this used to make me anxious and fill me
with doubts about myself. But since I have understood how it is, it is
my guarantee of the authenticity and permanence of my works.