I established a certain standard of behavior, that, during my playing, there must be no talking.
Rhythm is the pulse of music.
Man is naturally lazy, therefore he invents labor-saving devices.
I cannot imagine a genuinely happy home without music in it.
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?
If I miss one day of practice, I notice it. If I miss two days, the critics notice it. If I miss three days, the audience notices it.