Mournful and yet grand is the destiny of the artist.

I am not fond of speaking about politics because I don't have in my possession an army of 200,000 soldiers.

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

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

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.

I carry a deep sadness of the heart which must now and then break out in sound.

Beware of missing chances; otherwise it may be altogether too late some day.