Life And Art Are Not Two Different

Though Everything Else May Appear Shallow And Repulsive, Even The Smallest Task In Music Is So Absorbing, And Carries Us So Far Away From Town, Country, Earth, And All Worldly Things, That It Is Truly A Blessed Gift Of God.

No One Can Bar Me From Joyfully Proceeding On What The Great Masters Have Left Us; After All, To Rediscover Everything Again, Should Be Understood To Be Unfounded. But One Should However Proceed On Merit, And Not Simply Repeat Wat Was. All Genius, Sincere, Deserves His Place, Even Though Maybe Later In Life.

Never Mind, Put Any Book On The Piano, And Someone Can Turn From Time To Time, So I Need Not Look As Though I Played By Heart.

I Dislike Nothing More Than Finding Fault With A Man's Nature Or Talent; It Only Depresses And Worries And Does No Good; One Cannot Add A Cubit To One's Stature, All Striving And Struggling Are Useless There, So One Has To Be Silent About It, And Let The Responsibility Rest With God.

The Essence Of Beauty Is Unity In Variety.