Don't Bother To Look, I've Composed All

Fortunately, Something Always Remains To Be Harvested. So Let Us Not Be Idle.

If I Weren't The Way I Am, I Shouldn't Write My Symphonies.

That Which Draws Us By Its Mystical Force; What Every Created Thing, Even The Very Stones, Feels With Absolute Certainty As The Center Of Its Being... Is The Force Of Love. Christians Call This "eternal Blessedness." It Is A Necessity Of Man For Growth And Joy.

Tradition Is Laziness.

To Judge A Composer's Work, One Must Consider It As A Whole.