Music is never stationary; successive forms and styles are only like so many resting-places - like tents pitched and taken down again on the road to the Ideal.

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

Sorrowful and great is the artist's destiny.

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.

Real men are sadly lacking in this world, for when they are put to the test they prove worthless.

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

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