When The Student Has Her Voice Under

We Are Rich In The Quantity Of Songs Rather Than In The Quality. The Singer Has To Go Through Hundreds Of Compositions Before He Finds One That Really Says Something.

A Student Will Send Me An Urgent Appeal To Hear Her, Saying She Is Poor And Wants My Advice As To Whether It Is Worth While To Continue Her Studies. I Invariably Refuse Such Requests.

The Student Who Deceives Himself Into Thinking That He Is Giving His Life Like An Ascetic In The Spirit Of Sacrifice For Art, Is The Victim Of A Deplorable Species Of Egotism.

Just As The Bird Sings Or The Butterfly Soars, Because It Is His Natural Characteristic, So The Artist Works.

If The Student Could Give Up Her Work On My Advice, She Had Better Give It Up Without It. One Does Not Study For A Goal. The Goal Is A Mere Accident.