For Me, Music Is Always The Language

Nature Best Teaches How To Pray, And How To Reverence All The Gifts The Almighty Has Given Us. She Is Like A Vast Outspread Handkerchief, Embroidered With God's Eternal Name, On Which We May Dry Alike Our Tears Of Sorrow And Of Joy; She Turns Weeping Into Ecstasy, And Fills Our Hearts With Speechless, Quiet Reverence And Resignation.

"we Liked It" Or "i Didn't Like It" People Say. As If It Were Nothing Higher Than To Please The People!

My Heart Pounds Sickeningly And I Turn Pale... I Often Feel As If I Were Dead... I Seem To Be Losing My Mind.

Music Owes As Much To Bach As Religion To Its Founder.

You Write To Become Immortal, Or Because The Piano Happens To Be Open, Or You've Looked Into A Pair Of Beautiful Eyes.