Music Induces Nightingales To Sing,

Art Was Not Created As A Way To Riches. Strive To Become A True Artist; All Else Will Take Care Of Itself.

My Heart Pounds Sickeningly And I Turn Pale... I Often Feel As If I Were Dead... I Seem To Be Losing My Mind.

For Me, Music Is Always The Language Which Permits One To Converse With The Beyond.

Nature Best Teaches How To Pray, And How To Reverence All The Gifts The Almighty Has Given Us. She Is Like A Vast Outspread Handkerchief, Embroidered With God's Eternal Name, On Which We May Dry Alike Our Tears Of Sorrow And Of Joy; She Turns Weeping Into Ecstasy, And Fills Our Hearts With Speechless, Quiet Reverence And Resignation.

When You Play, Never Mind Who Listens To You.