In Life One Must Decide Whether To

I Find Little In The Works Of Beethoven, Berlioz, Wagner And Others When They Are Led By A Conductor Who Functions Like A Windmill.

Broad Paths Are Open To Every Endeavour, And A Sympathetic Recognition Is Assured To Every One Who Consecrates His Art To The Divine Services Of A Conviction Of A Consciousness.

My Piano Is To Me What A Ship Is To The Sailor, What A Steed Is To The Arab. It Is The Intimate Personal Depository Of Everything That Stirred Wildly In My Brain During The Most Impassioned Days Of My Youth. It Was There That All My Wishes, All My Dreams, All My Joys, And All My Sorrows Lay.

The Day Will Come When All Nations Amidst Which The Jews Are Dwelling Will Have To Raise The Question Of Their Wholesale Expulsion, A Question Which Will Be One Of Life Or Death, Good Health Or Chronic Disease, Peaceful Existence Or Perpetual Social Fever.

Music Embodies Feeling Without Forcing It To Contend And Combine With Thought, As It Is Forced In Most Arts And Especially In The Art Of Words.