To regret the past, to hope in the future, and never to be satisfied with the present: that is what I spend my whole life doing— Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky
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Truly there would be reason to go mad were it not for music.
Inspiration is a guest that does not willingly visit the lazy.
Madam, you ask me how I compose. I compose sitting down.
Only music clarifies, reconciles, and consoles.
But it is not a straw just barely clutched at. It is a faithful friend, protector, and comforter, and for its sake alone, life in this world is worth living. Who knows, perhaps in heaven there will be no music. So let us live on the earth while we still have life!
I have put my whole soul into this work [The Pathetique Symphony] .
. . You cannot imagine what joy I feel at the thought that my days are not yet over and that I may still accomplish much.
If that condition of mind and soul, which we call inspiration, lasted long without intermission, no artist could survive it. The strings would break and the instrument be shattered into fragments.
We must always work, and a self-respecting artist must not fold his hands on the pretext that he is not in the mood. If we wait for the mood, without endeavoring to meet it halfway, we easily become indirect and apathetic.
I sit down to the piano regularly at nine-o'clock in the morning and Mesdames les Muses have learned to be on time for that rendezvous.
The muse doesn't come without being called.
A self-respecting artist must not fold his hands on the pretext that he is not in the mood.
Sometimes I observe with curiosity that uninterrupted activity which, independent of the subject of any conversation I may be carrying on, continues its course in that department of my brain that is devoted to music.
Brahms stayed an extra day to hear my [Fifth] Symphony and was very kind .
.. I like his honesty and open-mindedness. Neither he nor the players liked the finale, which I also think rather horrible.
It is already a great thing if the main ideas and general outline of a work come without any racking of brains, as the result of that supernatural and inexplicable force we call inspiration.
What I have set down in a moment of ardour I must then critically examine.
Sometimes I must do myself violence before I can mercilessly erase things thought out with love.
Even in the works of the greatest master, the organic sequence can fail and then a skillful join must be made.
Mozart is the musical Christ.
Mozart is the highest, the culminating point that beauty has attained in the sphere of music.
I feel I shall live a long time.
Handel is only fourth rate. He's not even interesting.
What I need is to believe in myself again — for my faith has been greatly undermined; it seems to me my role is over.
How can one express the indefinable sensations that one experiences while writing an instrumental composition that has no definite subject? It is a purely lyrical process. It is a musical confession of the soul, which unburdens itself through sounds just as a lyric poet expresses himself through poetry...As the poet Heine said, 'Where words leave off, music begins.'
Music is an incomparably more powerful means and is a subtler language for expressing the thousand different moments of the soul's moods.
Music possesses much richer means of expression and it is a more subtle medium for translating the 1000 shifting moments of the feelings of the soul.
When Brahms is in extra good spirits, he sings, "The grave is my joy".
The creative process is like music which takes root with extraordinary force and rapidity
I like the plot of The Nutcracker - not at all.
Where the heart does not enter; there can be no music.
After the last notes of Gotterdammerung I felt as though I had been let out of prison.