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.

I hope you will no longer accuse me of a lack of delicacy. as I now count on your understanding.

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.

I was a crazy young man who let himself be blinded by his passions and obeyed only the impulses of the moment.

I don't let myself get carried away by my own ideas; I abandon 19 out of 20 of them every day.

I am thrice homeless, as a native of Bohemia in Austria, as an Austrian among Germans, and as a Jew throughout the world. Everywhere an intruder, never welcomed.

What is best in music is not to be found in the notes.