Talent Works, Genius Creates.

Can That Which Has Cost The Artist Days, Weeks, Months And Even Years Of Reflection Be Understood In A Flash By A Dilettante?

The Poet Sees Better Than Other Mortals. I Do Not See Things As They Are, But According To My Own Subjective Impression, And This Makes Life Easier And Simpler.

It Was An Unforgettable Picture To See Chopin Sitting At The Piano Like A Clairvoyant, Lost In His Dreams; To See How His Vision Communicated Itself Through His Playing, And How, At The End Of Each Piece, He Had The Sad Habit Of Running One Finger Over The Length Of The Plaintive Keyboard, As Though To Tear Himself Forcibly Away From His Dream.

Thus It Is Ever In Life. The Aims We Once Pursued No Longer Satisfy Us; We Aim, We Strive, We Aspire, Until Sight Fails, And Mind And Body Find Rest In The Grave.

We May Be Sure That A Genius Like Mozart, Were He Born Today, Would Write Concertos Like Chopin And Not Like Mozart.