With the coming of spring, I am calm again.
It's not just a question of conquering a summit previously unknown, but of tracing, step by step, a new pathway to it.
All that is not perfect down to the smallest detail is doomed to perish.
In its beginnings, music was merely chamber music, meant to be listened to in a small space by a small audience.
The real art of conducting consists in transitions.
I live like a Hottentot. I cannot exchange one sensible word with anyone.