Music Is The Heart Of

The Music Of The Gypsies Belongs In The Sphere Of Improvisation Rather Than In Any Other, Without Which It Would Have No Power To Exist.

My Piano Is To Me What A Ship Is To The Sailor, What A Steed Is To The Arab. It Is The Intimate Personal Depository Of Everything That Stirred Wildly In My Brain During The Most Impassioned Days Of My Youth. It Was There That All My Wishes, All My Dreams, All My Joys, And All My Sorrows Lay.

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

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

I Did Not Compose My Work As One Might Put On A Church Vestment... Rather It Sprung From The Truly Fervent Faith Of My Heart, Such As I Have Felt It Since My Childhood.