Music is the only art that actually lives.

Art without technique is invertebrate, shapeless, characterless.

When I miss a week in practice, my audience knows it. When I miss a day, I know it.

The great familiar musical works are always greeted by the audiences as ever welcome and beloved friends.

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.

The mere fact of knowing that a great audience waits on your labor is enough to shake all your nerves to pieces.

Intellectual isolation always follows commercial isolation.