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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XLI, Issue 21, 18 November 1908, Page 10

Sarasate must have got rich in spits of himself. In his early days he was so careless about money that he left behind him on the table in a hotel in Brazil all the vast pile of notes which his triumphant tour had brought him. Every impresario who had to deal with him was loud in his praise. He had no petty caprices and no, small vanities.' There seems to have been a certain loneliness in his life. We never heard any story (if such love episodes as usually mark the life of the great musician—always a. class that has proved irresistible to female adorefe. lie. lived simply as a sort of paying guest with a family attached to him by personal affection and common interests. ’