A man is not necessarily a master because he happened to compose two or three centuries ago. Let us beware of the worship of mere antiquity.

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.

Art is the expression of the immortal part of man.

Beginnings play their prized part in every finished human accomplishment, for beginnings mean the birth of added progress.

Art without technique is invertebrate, shapeless, characterless.

It is not from choice that my life is music and nothing more, but when one is an artist what else can he be? When a whole lifetime is too short to attain the heights he wants to reach, how then can he devote any of the little time he has to things outside of his art?