A fiery, good beginner always stands higher than a master in mediocrity.

Send light to the dark hearts of men, that is the duty the artist.

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.

When you play, do not trouble yourself as to who is listening. Yet always play as though a master listened to you.

Only when the form grows clear to you, will the spirit become so too.

I was a God-fearing child, innocent and physically attractive.

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