There Is Nothing Boring In

A Great Work Is Made Out Of A Combination Of Obedience And Liberty.

False Notes Can Be Forgiven, False Music Cannot.

Without Order There Can Be No Inner Satisfaction. Without Inner Satisfaction There Can Be No Freedom. Without Freedom There Is No Joy.

The Great Conductor Is Always A Despot By Temperament And Intractable In His Ways. ... The Artist Is Obliged To Keep His Laughter And Tears To Himself. If They Want To Emerge, In Spite Of Himself, Then He Must Hide Them Or Unleash Them In Someone Else.

It Is So Much Easier To Rest Contented With What We Have Already Acquired Than To Change Ever So Slightly Those Routine But Profound Habits Of Thought And Feeling Which Govern Our Life, And By Which We Live So Blissfully. This Mental Inertia Is, Perhaps, Our Greatest Enemy. Insidiously It Leads Us To Assume That We Can Renew Our Lives Without Renewing Our Habits.