Art Was Not Created As

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.

Without Enthusiasm Nothing Great Can Be Effected In Art.

I Feel So Entirely In My Element With A Full Orchestra; Even If My Mortal Enemies Were Marshalled Before Me, I Could Lead Them, Master Them, Surround Them, Or Repulse Them.

From A Pound Of Iron, That Costs Little, A Thousand Watch-springs Can Be Made, Whose Value Becomes Prodigious. The Pound You Have Received From The Lord,--use It Faithfully.

My Whole Life Has Been A Twenty Years Struggle Between Poetry And Prose, Or, If You Like To Call It So, Music And Law.