I Live Like A Hottentot. I Cannot

In Its Beginnings, Music Was Merely Chamber Music, Meant To Be Listened To In A Small Space By A Small Audience.

The Real Art Of Conducting Consists In Transitions.

But It's Peculiar, As Soon As I Am In The Midst Of Nature And By Myself, Everything That Is Base And Trivial Vanishes Without Trace. On Such Days Nothing Scares Me; And This Helps Me Again And Again.

Life's Been Nothing But Paperwork.

I Hope You Will No Longer Accuse Me Of A Lack Of Delicacy. As I Now Count On Your Understanding.