I Adore Extravagance But I Abhor Waste.

Mozart Tapped The Source From Which All Music Flows, Expressing Himself With A Spontaneity And Refinement And Breathtaking Rightness.

There Is Something About Music That Keeps Its Distance Even At The Moment That It Engulfs Us. It Is At The Same Time Outside And Away From Us And Inside And Part Of Us. In One Sense It Dwarfs Us, And In Another We Master It. We Are Led On And On, And Yet In Some Strange Way We Never Lose Control.

So Long As The Human Spirit Thrives On This Planet, Music In Some Living Form Will Accompany And Sustain It And Give It Expressive Meaning.

A Great Symphony Is A Man-made Mississippi Down Which We Irresistibly Flow From The Instant Of Our Leave-taking To A Long Forseen Destination.

Music That Is Born Complex Is Not Inherently Better Or Worse Than Music That Is Born Simple.