Competitions Are For Horses, Not Artists.

His Pagan Barbarity, His Explosive And Angrily Defiant Melancholy, His Demoniacal Instinct . . . These Are All Echoes . . . Of The Thousand-year-old Hungarian Psyche.

I Cannot Conceive Of Music That Expresses Absolutely Nothing.

It May Well Be That Some Composers Do Not Believe In God. All Of Them, However, Believe In Bach.

Competitions Are For Horses, Not Artists.

In Art There Are Only Fast Or Slow Developments. Essentially It Is A Matter Of Evolution, Not Revolution.