Perhaps only a Genius can truly understand Genius.
I was a God-fearing child, innocent and physically attractive.
Nothing right can be accomplished in art without enthusiasm.
When you play, never mind who listens to you.
An evil fate has deprived me of the full use of my right hand, so that I am not able to play my compositions as I feel them. The trouble with my hand is that certain fingers have become so weak, probably through writing and playing too much at one time, that I can hardly use them.
Send light to the dark hearts of men, that is the duty the artist.