Fortunately, something always remains to be harvested. So let us not be idle.
I live like a Hottentot. I cannot exchange one sensible word with anyone.
The real art of conducting consists in transitions.
In Bach, the vital cells of music are united as the world is in God.
Spring won't let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again.
Beauty and fullness of tone can be achieved by having the whole orchestra play with high clarinets and a carefully selected number of piccolos.