I am inclined to believe that some music, like certain poetry, finds its appeal and way to all.

Is there anything more true than human pain? Is there anything more sincere than the cry for help from those who suffer? Only a great wave of mankind's pity can surmount an immense wave of human misery?

The culture of any country is gauged first by its progress in art.

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

Art must be a slow and normal evolution.

Art is the expression of the immortal part of man.