The Public Made Me And Then Encouraged

In The Last Century, Everybody Was Singing Lower.

My Strength Is My Enthusiasm.

I Then Realized That I Could Never Be Satisfied Again With The Mere Natural Charm Of My Voice, That I Had To Constantly Paint When Singing, Melting All The Colors, Expressing Reds And Blacks That Had To Be Less Primary But Bursting With Subtly Colored Combinations.

What Is Sad Is Not To Be Able To Do Today What You Have Done In Your Youth. But What Is Good Is To Remember That - When You Were Able - You Did It To The Best Of Your Ability.

When Facing Symphonic Orchestras Which Have Played Some Works Five Thousands Times, You Have Nothing To Do.