I Carry A Deep Sadness Of The

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.

The Supreme Harmony Of The Cosmos Is Selected In The Harmony Of The Spirit.

A Good Cuban Cigar Closes The Doors To The Vulgarities Of The World.

The Day Will Come When All Nations Amidst Which The Jews Are Dwelling Will Have To Raise The Question Of Their Wholesale Expulsion, A Question Which Will Be One Of Life Or Death, Good Health Or Chronic Disease, Peaceful Existence Or Perpetual Social Fever.

It Is My Fervent Wish And My Greatest Ambition To Leave A Work With A Few Useful Instructions For The Pianists After Me.