Sorrowful And Great Is The Artist's Destiny.

As For Famous Men Who Were Not Artists, I Am Beginning To Be Tired Of Them. Those Poor Little Scoundrels Who Are Called Great Men Fill Me With Nothing But Overwhelming Horror.

We Need Improvement In The Style Of Performance. There Is No More Advantage In A Musician Who Plays And Conducts Than In One Who Is Only A Beater Of Rhythm.

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

Truth Is A Great Flirt.

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