Music is my life and my life is music.

Even when I can play Europe's most precious keyboard, to have to listen to people who don't understand, or do not want to understand, and who are incapable of grasping my intent, whatever I play, does surely forfeit my lust for playing at all.

Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.

Handel understands effect better than any of us -- when he chooses, he strikes like a thunderbolt.

Whoever is most impertinent has the best chance.

Creativity is the firing of my soul.

I am a fool. That is well known.