I Foster A Sorrowful Conception

You Cannot Imagine How It Spoils One To Have Been A Child Prodigy.

My Piano Is To Me What A Ship Is To The Sailor, What A Steed Is To The Arab. It Is The Intimate Personal Depository Of Everything That Stirred Wildly In My Brain During The Most Impassioned Days Of My Youth. It Was There That All My Wishes, All My Dreams, All My Joys, And All My Sorrows Lay.

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.

The Supreme Harmony Of The Cosmos Is Selected In The Harmony Of The Spirit.

The Character Of Instrumental Music... Lets The Emotions Radiate And Shine In Their Own Character Without Presuming To Display Them As Real Or Imaginary Representations.