A self-respecting artist must not fold his hands on the pretext that he is not in the mood.

…You see, my dear friend, I am made up of contradictions, and I have reached a very mature age without resting upon anything positive, without having calmed my restless spirit either by religion or philosophy. Undoubtedly I should have gone mad but for music. Music is indeed the most beautiful of all Heaven's gifts to humanity wandering in the darkness. Alone it calms, enlightens, and stills our souls. It is not the straw to which the drowning man clings; but a true friend, refuge, and comforter, for whose sake life is worth living

Even in the works of the greatest master, the organic sequence can fail and then a skillful join must be made.

Where the heart does not enter; there can be no music.

Mozart is the musical Christ.

Music possesses much richer means of expression and it is a more subtle medium for translating the 1000 shifting moments of the feelings of the soul.

Mozart is the highest, the culminating point that beauty has attained in the sphere of music.