Never Mind, Put Any Book

Ever Since I Began To Compose, I Have Remained True To My Starting Principle: Not To Write A Page Because No Matter What Public, Or What Pretty Girl Wanted It To Be Thus Or Thus; But To Write Solely As I Myself Thought Best, And As It Gave Me Pleasure.

I Know Perfectly Well That No Musician Can Make His Thoughts Or His Talents Different To What Heaven Has Made Them; But I Also Know That If Heaven Had Given Him Good Ones, He Must Also Be Able To Develop Them Properly.

The Trombone Is Too Sacred For Frequent Use.

Such A Divine Profession Is Art! When Everything Else Looks So Stale And Disgustingly Vacuous, So Enthralls Even The Littlest Real Effort Of Art Our Innermost And Carries Us From Town, From Country, From Earth, As That It Must Be Truely A Blessing Of The Gods.

These, Too, Seem To Me So Ambiguous, So Vague, So Easily Misunderstood In Comparison To Genuine Music, Which Fills The Soul With A Thousand Things Better Than Words.