You Cannot Play The Piano Well Unless

You Cannot Play The Piano Well Unless You Are Singing Within You.

I Am Tired Before The Concert, Not Afterward.

The Seasons Are What A Symphony Ought To Be: Four Perfect Movements In Harmony With Each Other.

Sometimes When I Sit Down To Practice And There Is No One Else In The Room, I Have To Stifle An Impulse To Ring For The Elevator Man And Offer Him Money To Come In And Hear Me.

I Feel That Special Secret Current Between The Public And Me. I Can Hold Them With One Little Note In The Air, And They Will Not Breathe. That Is A Great, Great Moment.