You are a dear soul who plays polo, and I am a poor Pole who plays solo.

Rhythm is the pulse of music.

America, the country of my heart, my second home.

If I do not practice one day; I know it. If I do not practice the next, the orchestra knows it; if I do not practice the third day, the whole world knows it.

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

Music expresses first of all sadness rather than joy.

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?