I Am So Fresh In

Play Always As If In The Presence Of A Master.

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

Nothing Right Can Be Accomplished In Art Without Enthusiasm.

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.

In Order To Compose, All You Need To Do Is Remember A Tune That Nobody Else Has Thought Of.