It is pointless for you to try to convince me that I should not attach importance to all my disappointments and failures, and to write that you are confident in the vitality of my works. Let's not argue about this, since neither can be proven, but the point here is my conviction, which, of course, brings me no comfort whatsoever, to the contrary. Years will pass, and we — that is, most contemporary composers — will remain only in encyclopedic dictionaries, and even then, not all of us. In general, we will not resolve this issue anyway. We will see, but who will?
From a letter by Boris Liatoshynsky to Lev Chetvertakov dated July 22, 1965, Kyiv