You Cannot Imagine How It Spoils One

Oral Musical Traditions Are Rooted In Assured And Scrupulous Faith.

For The Virtuoso, Musical Works Are In Fact Nothing But Tragic And Moving Materializations Of His Emotions; He Is Called Upon To Make Them Speak, Weep, Sing And Sigh, To Recreate Them In Accordance With His Own Consciousness. In This Way He, Like The Composer, Is A Creator, For He Must Have Within Himself Those Passions That He Wishes To Bring So Intensely To Life.

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

I Am Not Fond Of Speaking About Politics Because I Don't Have In My Possession An Army Of 200,000 Soldiers.

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