Singing has always seemed to me the most perfect means of expression. It is so spontaneous. And after singing, I think the violin. Since I cannot sing, I paint.
Life is like playing a violin solo in public and learning the instrument as one goes on.
The difference between a violin and a viola is that a viola burns longer.
The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.
No one should be allowed to play the violin until he has mastered it.
A poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin.
Happiness is a thing to be practiced, like the violin.
Marriage is like a violin. After the music is over, you still have the strings.
It takes generosity to discover the whole through others. If you realize you are only a violin, you can open yourself up to the world by playing your role in the concert.
. . . colors like a flourish of trumpets or pianissimo on the violin, great, calm, oscillating, splintered surgances . . . . Is this not form?