We have learned to express the more delicate nuances of feeling by penetrating more deeply into the mysteries of harmony.

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.

Talent works, genius creates.

Let your intimate friends be chosen from such as are better informed than yourself.

The flame that is naturally clear always gives the most light and heat. If I could blend my talent for poetry and music into one, the light would burn still clearer, and I might go far.

Nothing right can be accomplished in art without enthusiasm.

Music induces nightingales to sing, pug dogs to yelp.