My Whole Life Has Been

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.

To Compose Is To Remember Music That Has Never Been Written.

My Indifference To Money And My Spendthrift Ways Are Disgraceful. You Have No Idea How Reckless I Am; How Often I Practically Throw Money Out Of The Window. I Am Always Making Good Resolutions, But The Next Minute I Forget And Give The Waiter Eightpence.

Think It A Vile Habit To Alter Works Of Good Composers, To Omit Parts Of Them, Or To Insert New-fashioned Ornaments. This Is The Greatest Insult You Can Offer To Art.

My Heart Pounds Sickeningly And I Turn Pale... I Often Feel As If I Were Dead... I Seem To Be Losing My Mind.