Every Composer Knows The Anguish And Despair

Love Cannot Express The Idea Of Music, While Music May Give An Idea Of Love

The Luck Of Having Talent Is Not Enough; One Must Also Have A Talent For Luck.

Only By Pairing Knowledge With Inspiration Will Art Evolve. Without These Conditions Any Musician Will Remain A Flawed Artist, If One May Speak Of An Artist At All.

It Is Difficult To Put Into Words What I Suffered-the Longing That Seemed To Be Tearing My Heart Out By The Roots, The Dreadful Sense Of Being Alone In An Empty Universe, The Agonies That Thrilled Through Me As If The Blood Were Running Ice-cold Through My Veins, The Disgust With Living, The Impossibility Of Dying. Shakespeare Himself Never Described This Torture; But He Counts It, In Hamlet, Among The Terrible Of All The Evils Of Existence. I Had Stopped Composing; My Mind Seemed To Become Feebler As My Feelings Grew More Intense. I Did Nothing. One Power Was Left To Me-to Suffer.

Time, Time - That Is Our Greatest Master! Alas, Like Ugolino, Time Devours Its Own Children.