Brahms' Variations are better than mine, but mine were written before his.
A person of any mental quality has ideas of his own. This is common sense.
Broad paths are open to every endeavour, and a sympathetic recognition is assured to every one who consecrates his art to the divine services of a conviction of a consciousness.
Sorrowful and great is the artist's destiny.
We need improvement in the style of performance. There is no more advantage in a musician who plays and conducts than in one who is only a beater of rhythm.
Beware of missing chances; otherwise it may be altogether too late some day.
Companions, in misery and worse, that is what we all are, and to try to change this substantially avails us nothing.
Music embodies feeling without forcing it to contend and combine with thought, as it is forced in most arts and especially in the art of words.
Supreme serenity still remains the Ideal of great Art. The shapes and transitory forms of life are but stages toward this Ideal, which Christ's religion illuminates with His divine light.
I conclude that the Wagnerian operas which are already in the repertoire, and other masterworks as well, stand in no further need of my services.
A theatre receives recognition through its initiative, which is indispensable for first-rate performances.
In Hungary all native music, in its origin, is divided naturally into melody destined for song or melody for the dance.
Inspiration is enough to give expression to the tone in singing, especially when the song is without words.
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.
Mournful and yet grand is the destiny of the artist.
In Hungary al native music is divided naturally into melody destined for song or melody for the dance.
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.
Life is only a long and bitter suicide, and faith alone can transform this suicide into a sacrifice.
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.
Real men are sadly lacking in this world, for when they are put to the test they prove worthless.
Truth is a great flirt.
I foster a sorrowful conception of affection. Make no sacrifices.
I find little in the works of Beethoven, Berlioz, Wagner and others when they are led by a conductor who functions like a windmill.
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.
The public is always good.