Most of them sound like they live on seaweed.

The sound of the harpsichord resembles that of a bird-cage played with toasting-forks.

I hate seaweed.

Brass bands are all very well in their place - outdoors and several miles away.

Composers should write tunes that chauffeurs and errand boys can whistle.

Great music is that which penetrates the ear with facility and leaves the memory with difficulty. Magical music never leaves the memory.