Music Induces Nightingales To Sing,

Mendelssohn I Consider The First Musician Of The Day; I Doff My Hat To Him As My Superior. He Plays With Everything, Especially With The Grouping Of The Instruments In The Orchestra, But With Such Ease, Delicacy And Art, With Such Mastery Throughout.

The Flame That Is Naturally Clear Always Gives The Most Light And Heat. If I Could Blend My Talent For Poetry And Music Into One, The Light Would Burn Still Clearer, And I Might Go Far.

It Was An Unforgettable Picture To See Chopin Sitting At The Piano Like A Clairvoyant, Lost In His Dreams; To See How His Vision Communicated Itself Through His Playing, And How, At The End Of Each Piece, He Had The Sad Habit Of Running One Finger Over The Length Of The Plaintive Keyboard, As Though To Tear Himself Forcibly Away From His Dream.

To Send Light Into The Darkness Of Men's Hearts - Such Is The Duty Of The Artist.

If, While At The Piano, You Attempt To Form Little Melodies, That Is Very Well; But If They Come Into Your Mind Of Themselves, When You Are Not Practising, You May Be Still More Pleased; For The Internal Organ Of Music Is Then Roused In You. The Fingers Must Do What The Head Desires; Not The Contrary.