A Symphony Is No Joke.

If We Cannot Write With The Beauty Of Mozart, Let Us At Least Try To Write With His Purity.

One Should Never Forget That By Actually Perfecting One Piece One Gains And Learns More Than By Starting Or Half-finishing A Dozen.

I Sometimes Ponder On Variation Form And It Seems To Me It Ought To Be More Restrained, Purer.

In Him Converge All Previous Streams Of Tendency, Not As Into A Pool, Stagnant, Passive, Motionless, But As A Noble River That Received Its Tributary Waters And Bearss Them Onward In Larger And Statelier Volume.

How Lucky Is The Man Who, Like Mozart And Others, Goes To The Tavern Of An Evening And Writes Some Fresh Music. For He Lives While He Is Creating.