I Foster A Sorrowful Conception Of Affection.

Music Embodies Feeling Without Forcing It To Contend And Combine With Thought, As It Is Forced In Most Arts And Especially In The Art Of Words.

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.

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

Brahms' Variations Are Better Than Mine, But Mine Were Written Before His.

Truth Is A Great Flirt.