Brahms' Variations Are Better Than Mine, But

A Good Cuban Cigar Closes The Doors To The Vulgarities Of The World.

I Carry A Deep Sadness Of The Heart Which Must Now And Then Break Out In Sound.

The Music Of The Gypsies Belongs In The Sphere Of Improvisation Rather Than In Any Other, Without Which It Would Have No Power To Exist.

Mournful And Yet Grand Is The Destiny Of The Artist.

My Mind And Fingers Have Worked Like The Damned. Homer, The Bible, Plato, Locke, Lamartine, Chateaubriand, Beethoven, Bach, Hummel, Mozart, Weber Are All Around Me. I Study Them. I Devour Them With Fury.