All That Is Not Perfect Down To

It Is Always The Same With Me; Only When I Experience Something Do I Compose, And Only When Composing Do I Experience! After All, A Musician's Nature Can Hardly Be Expressed In Words.

The Call Of Love Sounds Very Hollow Among These Immobile Rocks.

Even If People Censure Me, They Should Do So Hat In Hand.

A Symphony Must Be Like The World. It Must Contain Everything.

Tradition Is The Spreading Of Fire And Not The Veneration Of Ashes.