Supreme Serenity Still Remains The Ideal Of

Mournful And Yet Grand Is The Destiny Of The Artist.

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.

The Principal Task Of A Conductor Is Not To Put Himself In Evidence But To Disappear Behind His Functions As Much As Possible. We Are Pilots, Not Servants.

You Cannot Imagine How It Spoils One To Have Been A Child Prodigy.

A Person Of Any Mental Quality Has Ideas Of His Own. This Is Common Sense.