In this music, full of discretion and dignity, no ear will hear falsehood, including moral falsehood. [...] His music is pure - like the “tears of the poor man,” like the Lausanne Lyric. Pure in the sense in which Mozart's music was pure, that is, music that is joy itself, “the spark of the gods,” which in Lutoslawski's case means: consolation. [...] reflected in it, as in a spring, that part of the Polish fate which is connected with the tradition in which we, from below, and we, from above, most fully recognize ourselves. Honest as a “widow's mite” she is simply the true face of Polish music.
Krzysztof Karasek [1988]