Discipline, Work. Work, Discipline.

Don't Bother To Look, I've Composed All This Already.

I Have Become A Different Person. I Don't Know Whether This Person Is Better, He Certainly Is Not Happier.

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.

It Is Easier To Achieve A Desired Result In Short Pieces.

The Further The Music Develops, The More Complex The Apparatus Used By The Composer To Express His Thoughts Becomes.