When Young, One Learns His

People Compose For Many Reasons, To Become Immortal; Because The Piano Happens To Be Open; Because They Want To Become A Millionaire; Because Of The Praise Of Friends; Because They Have Looked Into A Pair Of Beautiful Eyes; Or For No Reason Whatsoever.

You Should Neither Play Bad Compositions, Nor, Unless Compelled, Listen To Them.

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

It Is The Curse Of Talent That, Although It Labors With Greater Steadiness And Perseverance Than Genius, It Does Not Reach Its Goal, While Genius Already On The Summit Of The Ideal, Gazes Laughingly About.

Only When The Form Grows Clear To You, Will The Spirit Become So Too.