I cannot now evaluate the events that, at the end of those thirty years, made me discover the necessity of religious belief. I was not reasoned into my disposition. Though I admire the structured thought...

I haven’t understood a bar of music in my life, but I have felt it.

Music praises God. Music is well or better able to praise him than the building of the church and all its decoration; it is the Church’s greatest ornament.

He was a six and a half foot scowl.(on Rachmaninov)

One lives by memory . . . and not by truth.