Behind me the branches of a wasted and sterile existence are cracking.

A full cup of wine at the right time is worth more than all the kingdoms of this earth!

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

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.

Beauty and fullness of tone can be achieved by having the whole orchestra play with high clarinets and a carefully selected number of piccolos.

The real art of conducting consists in transitions.

Even if people censure me, they should do so hat in hand.