I Am Hitting My Head Against The

I Am Hitting My Head Against The Walls, But The Walls Are Giving Way.

It Is Strange How One Feels Drawn Forward Without Knowing At First Where One Is Going.

If A Composer Could Say What He Had To Say In Words He Would Not Bother Trying To Say It In Music.

It Is Always The Same With Me; Only When I Experience Something Do I Compose, And Only When Composing Do I Experience! After All, A Musician's Nature Can Hardly Be Expressed In Words.

It Should Be One’s Sole Endeavor To See Everything Afresh And Create It Anew.