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.

Supreme serenity still remains the Ideal of great Art. The shapes and transitory forms of life are but stages toward this Ideal, which Christ's religion illuminates with His divine light.

A good Cuban cigar closes the doors to the vulgarities of the world.

Companions, in misery and worse, that is what we all are, and to try to change this substantially avails us nothing.

In Hungary all native music, in its origin, is divided naturally into melody destined for song or melody for the dance.

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.