If I Contemplate Myself As

What I Have In My Heart And Soul - Must Find A Way Out. That's The Reason For Music.

Music Is A Higher Revelation Than All Wisdom And Philosophy.

Art Always Demands Of Us Something New.

In Praise Of Thy Goodness I Must Confess That Thou Didst Try With All Thy Means To Draw Me To Thee. Sometimes It Pleased Thee To Let Me Feel The Heavy Hand Of Thy Displeasure And To Humiliate My Proud Heart By Manifold Castigations. Sickness And Misfortune Didst Thou Send Upon Me To Turn My Thoughts To My Errantries.-one Thing, Only, O Father, Do I Ask: Cease Not To Labor For My Betterment. In Whatsoever Manner It Be, Let Me Turn To Thee And Become Fruitful In Good Works.

Don't Only Practise Your Art, But Force Your Way Into Its Secrets.