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Life is only a long and bitter suicide, and faith alone can transform this suicide into a sacrifice.
— Franz Liszt
classical composer, pianist, conductor, music educator, virtuoso, composer, writer, Catholic priest
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Life is only a long and bitter suicide, and faith alone can transform this suicide into a sacrifice.
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.
Life is only a long and bitter suicide, and faith alone can transform this suicide into a sacrifice.
Mournful and yet grand is the destiny of the artist.
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.
Mournful and yet grand is the destiny of the artist.
Real men are sadly lacking in this world, for when they are put to the test they prove worthless.
Beware of missing chances; otherwise it may be altogether too late some day.
Brahms' Variations are better than mine, but mine were written before his.
Sorrowful and great is the artist's destiny.
For a whole fortnight my mind and my fingers have been working around me like two lost souls. Homer, the Bible, Plato, Locke, Byron, Hugo, Lamertine, Chateaubriand, Beethoven, Bach, Hummel, Mozart, Weber are all around me. I study them, meditate on them, devour them with fury; besides this, I practise four to five hours a day of exercises (thirds, sixths, octaves, tremolos, repetition of notes, cadenzas, etc.). Ah! provided I don't go mad you will find me an artist!
