My Piano Is To Me What A

In The Oldest Chronicles Of The Times Conserved In Hungary, Reports Will Be Found Of Gypsy Music, But Never Of Any Other, Either Magyar, Slavic Or Jewish.

The Supreme Harmony Of The Cosmos Is Selected In The Harmony Of The Spirit.

For The Virtuoso, Musical Works Are In Fact Nothing But Tragic And Moving Materializations Of His Emotions; He Is Called Upon To Make Them Speak, Weep, Sing And Sigh, To Recreate Them In Accordance With His Own Consciousness. In This Way He, Like The Composer, Is A Creator, For He Must Have Within Himself Those Passions That He Wishes To Bring So Intensely To Life.

Inspiration Is Enough To Give Expression To The Tone In Singing, Especially When The Song Is Without Words.

I Find Little In The Works Of Beethoven, Berlioz, Wagner And Others When They Are Led By A Conductor Who Functions Like A Windmill.