“Life' wrote a friend of mine, 'is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.”
“Life is like playing the violin in public and learning the instrument as one goes on.”
“Life, said Samuel Butler, is like giving a concert on the violin while learning to play the instrument—that, friends, is real wisdom.”
“As a friend of mine told me about Real Happiness: you wrote this one in American.”
“A violinist had a violin, a painter his palette. All I had was myself. I was the instrument that I must care for.”
“…the violin — that most human of all instruments…”