The very essence of success is practice.
Music expresses first of all sadness rather than joy.
You are a dear soul who plays polo, and I am a poor Pole who plays solo.
Times change, people change, thought and feeling take new shapes, put on fresh garments, sons bow their heads unwillingly to that which enraptured their fathers.
I loved your country [America] before I knew it.
There have been a few moments when I have known complete satisfaction, but only a few. I have rarely been free from the disturbing realization that my playing might have been better.