We are all internationalists now, whether we like it or not. . .
The great familiar musical works are always greeted by the audiences as ever welcome and beloved friends.
Art is great only when it bears the stamp of the individual.
Chopin was an invalid, as you know, but his music was volcanic.
Change follows change in us, almost without transition; we pass from blissful rapture to sobbing woe; a single step divides our sublimest ecstasies from the darkest depth of spiritual despondency.
Musical expression is never primarily national, but is personal and individual rather. It is so deep, so profound, that it goes beyond and below nationality and gives voice to the most private feeling. In music there is never exact heredity. Each man is an individual.
Rhythm is the pulse of music.
One interviewer asked me: 'How do you feel that you've betrayed your father?' That wasn't really very cool.
Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming?
My father never kissed me, hugged me or told me that he loved me. As my only living parent, he became the filter through which I saw myself, the possibilities for my life, the world and all men. He was a conflicted and dark filter.
Swaraj is my birthright, and I shall have it!