Going to the opera, like getting drunk, is a sin that carries its own punishment with it.
Parsifal – the kind of opera that starts at six o’clock and after it has been going three hours, you look at your watch and it says 6:20.
One can’t judge Wagner’s opera Lohengrin after a first hearing, and I certainly don’t intend to hear it a second time.
How wonderful opera would be if there were no singers.
Eating, loving, singing and digesting are, in truth, the four acts of the comic opera known as life, and they pass like bubbles of a bottle of champagne. Whoever lets them break without having enjoyed them is a complete fool.
That’s the wonderful thing about grand opera: you can do anything you want as long as you sing it!
I haven’t heard anything like that since the orphanage burned down. (when asked what he thought of an opera he’d just attended)
I wouldn’t mind seeing opera die. Ever since I was a boy, I regarded opera as a ponderous anarchronism, almost the equivalent of smoking.
Millions of dollars are spent on the opera which could be used in abolishing it.
Even the music was nice. (After attending an opera, Yogi mentioned that he liked it)