I Find Little In The Works Of

My Sole Ambition As A Composer Is To Hurl My Javelin Into The Infinite Space Of The Future.

The Music Of The Gypsies Belongs In The Sphere Of Improvisation Rather Than In Any Other, Without Which It Would Have No Power To Exist.

Truth Is A Great Flirt.

Supreme Serenity Still Remains The Ideal Of Great Art. The Shapes And Transitory Forms Of Life Are But Stages Toward This Ideal, Which Christ's Religion Illuminates With His Divine Light.

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.