The fact that most people do not understand and respect the very best things, such as Mozart's concertos, is what permits men like us to become famous.

Those who enjoy their own emotionally bad health and who habitually fill their own minds with the rank poisons of suspicion, jealousy and hatred, as a rule take umbrage at those who refuse to do likewise, and they find a perverted relief in trying to denigrate them.

I sometimes ponder on variation form and it seems to me it ought to be more restrained, purer.

A symphony is no joke.

We cling nervously to the melody, but we don't handle it freely, we don't really make anything new out of it, we merely overload it.

Straight-away the ideas flow in upon me, directly from God, and not only do I see distinct themes in my mind's eye, but they are clothed in the right forms, harmonies, and orchestration.