When You Play, Never Mind

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.

An Evil Fate Has Deprived Me Of The Full Use Of My Right Hand, So That I Am Not Able To Play My Compositions As I Feel Them. The Trouble With My Hand Is That Certain Fingers Have Become So Weak, Probably Through Writing And Playing Too Much At One Time, That I Can Hardly Use Them.

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.

We May Be Sure That A Genius Like Mozart, Were He Born Today, Would Write Concertos Like Chopin And Not Like Mozart.

Only When The Form Grows Clear To You, Will The Spirit Become So Too.