In its beginnings, music was merely chamber music, meant to be listened to in a small space by a small audience.

Fortunately, something always remains to be harvested. So let us not be idle.

Spring won't let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again.

I also had a brother who was like me a musician and a composer. A man of great talent, far more gifted than I. He died very young... he killed himself in the prime of his life.

There is a world of difference between a Mahler eighth note and a normal eighth note.

With the coming of spring, I am calm again.

The real art of conducting consists in transitions.