I Carry A Deep Sadness Of The

It Is Impossible To Imagine A More Complete Fusion With Nature Than That Of The Gypsy.

My Mind And Fingers Have Worked Like The Damned. Homer, The Bible, Plato, Locke, Lamartine, Chateaubriand, Beethoven, Bach, Hummel, Mozart, Weber Are All Around Me. I Study Them. I Devour Them With Fury.

Life Is Only A Long And Bitter Suicide, And Faith Alone Can Transform This Suicide Into A Sacrifice.

I Am Not Fond Of Speaking About Politics Because I Don't Have In My Possession An Army Of 200,000 Soldiers.

The Music Of The Gypsies Belongs In The Sphere Of Improvisation Rather Than In Any Other, Without Which It Would Have No Power To Exist.