From A Pound Of Iron, That Costs

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

For Me, Music Is Always The Language Which Permits One To Converse With The Beyond.

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

It Is The Curse Of Talent That, Although It Labors With Greater Steadiness And Perseverance Than Genius, It Does Not Reach Its Goal, While Genius Already On The Summit Of The Ideal, Gazes Laughingly About.

People Compose For Many Reasons, To Become Immortal; Because The Piano Happens To Be Open; Because They Want To Become A Millionaire; Because Of The Praise Of Friends; Because They Have Looked Into A Pair Of Beautiful Eyes; Or For No Reason Whatsoever.