In Life One Must Decide Whether To

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.

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.

The First Impulse Of A Great Number Of Civilized Musicians... Is To Protest Ourdeclaration That The Music In Hungary Belongs To The Gypsies.

Life Is Only A Long And Bitter Suicide, And Faith Alone Can Transform This Suicide Into A Sacrifice.

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