Rossini! divino Maestro!

So we keep asking, over and over, Until a handful of earth Stops our mouths - But is that an answer?

Bien sur, il me pardonnera; c'est son metier. [Of course he will forgive me; that's his job.]

One should forgive one's enemies, but not before they are hanged.

My music must be an artistic reproduction of human speech in all its finest shades. That is, the sounds of human speech, as the external manifestations of thou…

If you're listening to this song You may think the chords are going wrong But they're not We just wrote it like that

'I can't believe that people really prefer to go to the concert hall under intellectually trying, socially trying, physically trying conditions, unable to repe…