A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony.

You play the violin like an angel. Play it; play something light and lively. Get this cursed bad business off your mind.

There's a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.

Being content is perhaps no less easy than playing the violin well: and requires no less practice.

And then we’ll all go off to sweet life, ‘cause now is the time and we all know time!

The best, most beautiful, and most perfect way that we have of expressing a sweet concord of mind to each other, is by music. When I would form in my mind an idea of a society in the highest degree happy, I think of them as expressing their love, their joy, and the inward concord and harmony and spiritual beauty of their souls by sweetly singing to each other.

Everyone I know is looking for solace, hope and a tasty snack.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

With the coffee in front of her, she closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply. It was her moment of happiness.

Without doubt, it is a delightful harmony when doing and saying go together.

For of this world one never sees enough and to dine in harmony with nature is one of the gentlest and loveliest things we can do.

We two make banquets of the plainest fare
In every cup we find the thrill of pleasure...
For us life always moves with lilting measure
We two, we two, we make our world, our pleasure

Love is the jelly to sunshine’s peanut butter. And if I tell you that I’m in sandwich with you, I’m not just saying it to get in your Ziploc bag.

A table, a chair, a bowl of fruit and a violin; what else does a man need to be happy?