I Foster A Sorrowful Conception Of Affection.

Mournful And Yet Grand Is The Destiny Of The Artist.

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.

As The Mother Teaches Her Children How To Express Themselves In Their Language, So One Gypsy Musician Teaches The Other. They Have Never Shown Any Need For Notation.

My Mind And Fingers Have Worked Like The Damned. Homer, The Bible, Plato, Locke, Lamartine, Chateaubriand, Beethoven, Bach, Hummel, Mozart, Weber Are All Around Me. I Study Them. I Devour Them With Fury.

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.