To Compose Is To Remember Music That

We Have Learned To Express The More Delicate Nuances Of Feeling By Penetrating More Deeply Into The Mysteries Of Harmony.

An Evil Fate Has Deprived Me Of The Full Use Of My Right Hand, So That I Am Not Able To Play My Compositions As I Feel Them. The Trouble With My Hand Is That Certain Fingers Have Become So Weak, Probably Through Writing And Playing Too Much At One Time, That I Can Hardly Use Them.

Think It A Vile Habit To Alter Works Of Good Composers, To Omit Parts Of Them, Or To Insert New-fashioned Ornaments. This Is The Greatest Insult You Can Offer To Art.

The Principal Mark Of Genius Is Not Perfection, But Originality.

You Should Neither Play Bad Compositions, Nor, Unless Compelled, Listen To Them.