A Symphony Must Be Like The World.

Discipline, Work. Work, Discipline.

I Also Had A Brother Who Was Like Me A Musician And A Composer. A Man Of Great Talent, Far More Gifted Than I. He Died Very Young... He Killed Himself In The Prime Of His Life.

I Don't Let Myself Get Carried Away By My Own Ideas; I Abandon 19 Out Of 20 Of Them Every Day.

We All Return. It Is This Certainty That Gives Meaning To Life And It Does Not Make The Slightest Difference Whether Or Not In A Later Incarnation We Remember The Former Life. What Counts Is Not The Individual And His Comfort, But The Great Aspiration To The Perfect And The Pure Which Goes On In Each Incarnation.

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