As for famous men who were not artists, I am beginning to be tired of them. Those poor little scoundrels who are called great men fill me with nothing but overwhelming horror.

Music is the heart of life." She speaks love; "without it, there is no possible good and with it everything is beautiful.

In life one must decide whether to conjugate the verb to have or the verb to be.

Real men are sadly lacking in this world, for when they are put to the test they prove worthless.

I carry a deep sadness of the heart which must now and then break out in sound.

Beware of missing chances; otherwise it may be altogether too late some day.

My sole ambition as a composer is to hurl my javelin into the infinite space of the future.

In Hungary all native music, in its origin, is divided naturally into melody destined for song or melody for the dance.

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.

Mournful and yet grand is the destiny of the artist.

A person of any mental quality has ideas of his own. This is common sense.

For really there is nothing like wings for getting you into trouble. But, on the other hand, if you are in trouble, there is nothing like wings for getting you out of it.

The one who tells the stories rules the world.

Stay up building your empire if you must, cut all negative ties if you must, sacrifice some things if you must, but above all, never forget the reason why you wanted to be successful.

They seek him here. They seek him there. Those Frenchies seek him everywhere. Is he in Heaven? Or is he in Hell? That damned, illusive pimpernel.

He despised causeless affection, just as he despised unearned wealth. They professed to love him for some unknown reason and they ignored all the things for which he could wish to be loved.

An undying hatred, and a wound never to be healed.

Politics are now nothing more than means of rising in the world. With this sole view do men engage in politics, and their whole conduct proceeds upon it.

To live another person's life is quite a weird thing.

Lord Jesus, bring comfort to all those who mourn and peace of heart to those under pressure and tension, in Jesus Christ's name

There are no short cuts to Heaven, only the ordinary way of ordinary things.