The Call Of Love Sounds

But It's Peculiar, As Soon As I Am In The Midst Of Nature And By Myself, Everything That Is Base And Trivial Vanishes Without Trace. On Such Days Nothing Scares Me; And This Helps Me Again And Again.

Discipline, Work. Work, Discipline.

Tradition Is Tending The Flame, Not Worshiping The Ashes.

To Write A Symphony Is, For Me, To Construct A World.

Destiny Smiles Upon Me But Without Making Me The Least Bit Happier.