The Only True Immortality Lies

In Him Converge All Previous Streams Of Tendency, Not As Into A Pool, Stagnant, Passive, Motionless, But As A Noble River That Received Its Tributary Waters And Bearss Them Onward In Larger And Statelier Volume.

The Fact That Most People Do Not Understand And Respect The Very Best Things, Such As Mozart's Concertos, Is What Permits Men Like Us To Become Famous.

Those Are Miracles That No Merely Human Brain Can Work. The Artist Is Merely The Sound Conduct Of A Force That Dictates To Him What He Should Do.

How Lucky Is The Man Who, Like Mozart And Others, Goes To The Tavern Of An Evening And Writes Some Fresh Music. For He Lives While He Is Creating.

Straight-away The Ideas Flow In Upon Me, Directly From God, And Not Only Do I See Distinct Themes In My Mind's Eye, But They Are Clothed In The Right Forms, Harmonies, And Orchestration.