In Art There Are Only Fast Or

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.

Competitions Are For Horses, Not Artists.

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

Folk Melodies Are The Embodiment Of An Artistic Perfection Of The Highest Order; In Fact, They Are Models Of The Way In Which A Musical Idea Can Be Expressed With Utmost Perfection In Terms Of Brevity Of Form And Simplicity Of Means.