In Hungary all native music, in its origin, is divided naturally into melody destined for song or melody for the dance.
But by all this I am not deterred, for I have seen, I have heard, I have felt.
I've gone for each type: the rough guy; the nerdy, sweet, lovable guy; and the slick guy. I don't really have a type. Men in general are a good thing.
I don't really have time to sit down and write. But when I think of a melody, I call up my answering machine and sing it, so I won't forget it.
It is so much more difficult to live with one's body than with one's soul. One's body is so much more exacting: what it won't have it won't have, and nothing can make bitter into sweet.
The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.
How sweet for those faring badly to forget their misfortunes even for a short time.
Composers in the old days used to keep strictly to the base of the theme, as their real subject. Beethoven varies the melody, harmony and rhythms so beautifully.
From a drop of water a logician could infer the possibility of an Atlantic or a Niagara without having seen or heard of one or the other.
A man like Wilde was not free to live out of the closet as a homosexual, and women in general were not able to be truly themselves; there was no place for a woman's voice to be heard or for her to express her sexuality.
People do see me as sweet and innocent. Not to say that I am not those things. But I have other sides to me.
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
The principle of the endless melody is the perpetual becoming of a music that never had any reason for starting, any more than it has any reason for ending.
Profit is sweet, even if it comes from deception.
Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.
We cling nervously to the melody, but we don't handle it freely, we don't really make anything new out of it, we merely overload it.
How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
Unfortunately, very often in roles you're only wanted to stand there and be sweet. That's why I'm drawn back to roles in theater.
The truth is that life is delicious, horrible, charming, frightful, sweet, bitter, and that is everything.
Nightingales are put in cages because their songs give pleasure. Whoever heard of keeping a crow?
It was a high counsel that I once heard given to a young person, "Always do what you are afraid to do."
I always thought it hadn't influenced me very much, but I heard from many people from England that many motives from German fairytales are to be found in my books.
When complaints are freely heard, deeply considered and speedily reformed, then is the utmost bound of civil liberty attained that wise men look for.
The first time my father saw me in the flesh was on the stage, which is a bit weird. We went out to dinner, and he was charming and sweet, but I did all the talking.
Revenge is sweet and not fattening.