It Is My Fervent Wish And My

Music Is Never Stationary; Successive Forms And Styles Are Only Like So Many Resting-places - Like Tents Pitched And Taken Down Again On The Road To The Ideal.

Real Men Are Sadly Lacking In This World, For When They Are Put To The Test They Prove Worthless.

The Supreme Harmony Of The Cosmos Is Selected In The Harmony Of The Spirit.

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

I Foster A Sorrowful Conception Of Affection. Make No Sacrifices.