In Hungary All Native Music,

The Character Of Instrumental Music... Lets The Emotions Radiate And Shine In Their Own Character Without Presuming To Display Them As Real Or Imaginary Representations.

As The Mother Teaches Her Children How To Express Themselves In Their Language, So One Gypsy Musician Teaches The Other. They Have Never Shown Any Need For Notation.

I Find Little In The Works Of Beethoven, Berlioz, Wagner And Others When They Are Led By A Conductor Who Functions Like A Windmill.

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 Jew Continues To Monopolize Money, And He Loosens Or Strangles The Throat Of The State With The Loosening Or Strengthening Of His Purse Strings...he Has Empowered Himself With The Engines Of The Press, Which He Uses To Batter At The Foundations Of Society. He Is At The Bottom Of...every Enterprise That Will Demolish First Of All Thrones, Afterwards The Altar, Afterwards Civil Law.