Sorrowful And Great Is The Artist's Destiny.

As The Mother Teaches Her Children How To Express Themselves In Their Language, So One Gypsy Musician Teaches The Other. They Have Never Shown Any Need For Notation.

So Let Us Not Worry, And Look Instead As It Has Been Taught Us To Do, As The Birds Of The Air And The Lilies Of The Field, Keeping Complete Faith In Our Father's Goodness.

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

In Hungary All Native Music, In Its Origin, Is Divided Naturally Into Melody Destined For Song Or Melody For The Dance.

You Cannot Imagine How It Spoils One To Have Been A Child Prodigy.