Do You Think I Give A Damn

Tones Sound, And Roar And Storm About Me Until I Have Set Them Down In Notes.

The Real Artist Has No Pride. Unfortunately He Sees That His Art Has No Limits. He Feels Obscurely How Far He Is From The Goal. While He Is Perhaps Being Admired By Others, He Mourns The Fact That He Has Not Yet Reached The Point To Which His Better Genius, Like A Distant Sun, Ever Beckons To Him.

After Rossini Dies, Who Will Be There To Promote His Music?

Recommend To Your Children To Be Virtuous, Only The Virtue Can Bring Us Happiness, Not The Money.

We All Make Mistakes, But Everyone Makes Different Mistakes