I Find Little In The Works Of

Music Is The Heart Of Life." She Speaks Love; "without It, There Is No Possible Good And With It Everything Is Beautiful.

For The Virtuoso, Musical Works Are In Fact Nothing But Tragic And Moving Materializations Of His Emotions; He Is Called Upon To Make Them Speak, Weep, Sing And Sigh, To Recreate Them In Accordance With His Own Consciousness. In This Way He, Like The Composer, Is A Creator, For He Must Have Within Himself Those Passions That He Wishes To Bring So Intensely To Life.

My Sole Ambition As A Composer Is To Hurl My Javelin Into The Infinite Space Of The Future.

Mournful And Yet Grand Is The Destiny Of The Artist.

Companions, In Misery And Worse, That Is What We All Are, And To Try To Change This Substantially Avails Us Nothing.