Talent Works, Genius Creates.

An Evil Fate Has Deprived Me Of The Full Use Of My Right Hand, So That I Am Not Able To Play My Compositions As I Feel Them. The Trouble With My Hand Is That Certain Fingers Have Become So Weak, Probably Through Writing And Playing Too Much At One Time, That I Can Hardly Use Them.

Art Was Not Created As A Way To Riches. Strive To Become A True Artist; All Else Will Take Care Of Itself.

My Symphonies Would Have Reached Opus 100 If I Had But Written Them Down... Sometimes I Am So Full Of Music, And So Overflowing With Melody, That I Find It Simply Impossible To Write Down Anything.

Send Light To The Dark Hearts Of Men, That Is The Duty The Artist.

Endeavour To Play Easy Pieces Well And With Elegance; That Is Better Than To Play Difficult Pieces Badly.