We May Be Sure That A Genius

An Evil Fate Has Deprived Me Of The Full Use Of My Right Hand, So That I Am Not Able To Play My Compositions As I Feel Them. The Trouble With My Hand Is That Certain Fingers Have Become So Weak, Probably Through Writing And Playing Too Much At One Time, That I Can Hardly Use Them.

You Write To Become Immortal, Or Because The Piano Happens To Be Open, Or You've Looked Into A Pair Of Beautiful Eyes.

Without Enthusiasm Nothing Great Can Be Effected In Art.

Music Owes As Much To Bach As Religion To Its Founder.

Let Your Intimate Friends Be Chosen From Such As Are Better Informed Than Yourself.