America, the country of my heart, my second home.
Fatherland before everything, art afterward.
The ultimate necessity is the summoning of the mind and will to do their duty.
Music is the only art that actually lives.
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.
Change follows change in us, almost without transition; we pass from blissful rapture to sobbing woe; a single step divides our sublimest ecstasies from the darkest depth of spiritual despondency.