Beethoven can write music, thank God, but he can do nothing else on earth.

Anyone who tells a lie has not a pure heart, and cannot make a good soup.

Do you think I worry about your lousy fiddle when the spirit moves me?

Anyone who understands my music will never be unhappy again.

Every man is the center of a circle, whose fatal circumference he can not pass.

My theory of hitting was just to watch the ball as it came in and hit it. [2]

Let Each Man Exercise The Art He Knows.