I foster a sorrowful conception of affection. Make no sacrifices.
My sole ambition as a composer is to hurl my javelin into the infinite space of the future.
Beware of missing chances; otherwise it may be altogether too late some day.
I did not compose my work as one might put on a church vestment... rather it sprung from the truly fervent faith of my heart, such as I have felt it since my childhood.
Sorrowful and great is the artist's destiny.
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.