Music – so different from painting – is the art which we enjoy most in company with others. A symphony, presented in a room with one other listener, would please him but little.

We shouldn’t repeat the same for ages on end, but look into the new as well.

From a pound of iron, that costs little, a thousand watch-springs can be made, whose value becomes prodigious. The pound you have received from the Lord, – use it faithfully.

Does it not seem as if Mozart’s works become fresher and fresher the oftener we hear them?

You write to become immortal, or because the piano happens to be open, or you’ve looked into a pair of beautiful eyes.

To send light into the darkness of men’s hearts – such is the duty of the artist.

Talent works, genius creates.

For me, music is always the language which permits one to converse with the Beyond.

Perhaps only a Genius can truly understand Genius.

A fiery, good beginner always stands higher than a master in mediocrity...