If I Have Known Much

I Cannot Give A Single Concert At Which I Do Not Play One Piece After The Other In An Agony Of Terror Because My Memory Threatens To Fail Me. This Fear Torments Me For Days Beforehand.

I Cannot Be So Bad When Everybody Is So Fond Of Me.

My Imagination Can Picture No Fairer Happiness Than To Continue Living For Art.

Why Hurry Over Beautiful Things? Why Not Linger And Enjoy Them?

Composing Gives Me Great Pleasure... There Is Nothing That Surpasses The Joy Of Creation, If Only Because Through It One Wins Hours Of Self-forgetfulness, When One Lives In A World Of Sound.