It is impossible to imagine a more complete fusion with nature than that of the Gypsy.

Inspiration is enough to give expression to the tone in singing, especially when the song is without words.

Truth is a great flirt.

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.

Broad paths are open to every endeavour, and a sympathetic recognition is assured to every one who consecrates his art to the divine services of a conviction of a consciousness.

Music embodies feeling without forcing it to contend and combine with thought, as it is forced in most arts and especially in the art of words.

The supreme harmony of the cosmos is selected in the harmony of the spirit.