The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease; the happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
I don’t make music for the critics. I make it for the people who feel it.
A new scientific truth does not triumph by convincing its opponents and making them see the light, but rather because its opponents eventually die, and a new generation grows up that is familiar with it.
Of the people, by the people, for the people.