You Cannot Imagine How It Spoils One

The Jew Continues To Monopolize Money, And He Loosens Or Strangles The Throat Of The State With The Loosening Or Strengthening Of His Purse Strings...he Has Empowered Himself With The Engines Of The Press, Which He Uses To Batter At The Foundations Of Society. He Is At The Bottom Of...every Enterprise That Will Demolish First Of All Thrones, Afterwards The Altar, Afterwards Civil Law.

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.

Companions, In Misery And Worse, That Is What We All Are, And To Try To Change This Substantially Avails Us Nothing.

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.

Mournful And Yet Grand Is The Destiny Of The Artist.