The real art of conducting consists in transitions.

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

With the coming of spring, I am calm again.

The impressions of the spriritual experiences gave my future life its form and content.

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

A true personality . . . is like a robust organism that, with unconscious sureness, seeks out and digests the nourishment appropriate to it and vigorously rejects that which is unsuitable.

We all return. It is this certainty that gives meaning to life and it does not make the slightest difference whether or not in a later incarnation we remember the former life. What counts is not the individual and his comfort, but the great aspiration to the perfect and the pure which goes on in each incarnation.