I Carry A Deep Sadness Of The

It Is Impossible To Imagine A More Complete Fusion With Nature Than That Of The Gypsy.

In Hungary All Native Music, In Its Origin, Is Divided Naturally Into Melody Destined For Song Or Melody For The Dance.

Life Is Only A Long And Bitter Suicide, And Faith Alone Can Transform This Suicide Into A Sacrifice.

Broad Paths Are Open To Every Endeavour, And A Sympathetic Recognition Is Assured To Every One Who Consecrates His Art To The Divine Services Of A Conviction Of A Consciousness.

Beware Of Missing Chances; Otherwise It May Be Altogether Too Late Some Day.