Truth Is A Great Flirt.

Inspiration Is Enough To Give Expression To The Tone In Singing, Especially When The Song Is Without Words.

Real Men Are Sadly Lacking In This World, For When They Are Put To The Test They Prove Worthless.

For The Virtuoso, Musical Works Are In Fact Nothing But Tragic And Moving Materializations Of His Emotions; He Is Called Upon To Make Them Speak, Weep, Sing And Sigh, To Recreate Them In Accordance With His Own Consciousness. In This Way He, Like The Composer, Is A Creator, For He Must Have Within Himself Those Passions That He Wishes To Bring So Intensely To Life.

In Hungary All Native Music, In Its Origin, Is Divided Naturally Into Melody Destined For Song Or Melody For The Dance.

Sorrowful And Great Is The Artist's Destiny.