I sometimes ponder on variation form and it seems to me it ought to be more restrained, purer.

Those who enjoy their own emotionally bad health and who habitually fill their own minds with the rank poisons of suspicion, jealousy and hatred, as a rule take umbrage at those who refuse to do likewise, and they find a perverted relief in trying to denigrate them.

Study Bach. There you will find everything.

Composers in the old days used to keep strictly to the base of the theme, as their real subject. Beethoven varies the melody, harmony and rhythms so beautifully.

We cling nervously to the melody, but we don't handle it freely, we don't really make anything new out of it, we merely overload it.

The only true immortality lies in one's children.

My things really are written with an appalling lack of practicality!