It Is My Fervent Wish And My

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.

As For Famous Men Who Were Not Artists, I Am Beginning To Be Tired Of Them. Those Poor Little Scoundrels Who Are Called Great Men Fill Me With Nothing But Overwhelming Horror.

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

Companions, In Misery And Worse, That Is What We All Are, And To Try To Change This Substantially Avails Us Nothing.

I Carry A Deep Sadness Of The Heart Which Must Now And Then Break Out In Sound.