The real artist has no idea that he is sacrificing himself for art. He does what he does for one reason and one reason only-he can't help doing it.

The sincerity of the art worker must permeate the song as naturally as the green leaves break through the dead branches in springtime.

One does not study for a goal. The goal is a mere accident.

Inspired by the purse rather than the soul, the mercenary side fairly screams in many of the works put out by every day American publishers.

In the piano, one has the instrument complete before he begins; but in the case of the voice, the instrument has to be developed by study.

If the student could give up her work on my advice, she had better give it up without it. One does not study for a goal. The goal is a mere accident.