I Know No Other Sign Of Superiority

I Carry My Thoughts About With Me For A Long Time... Before Writing Them Down... Once I Have Grasped A Theme. I Shall Not Forget It Even Years Later. I Change Many Things, Discard Others, And Try Again And Again Until I Am Satisfied; Then, In My Head... [the Work] Rises, It Grows, I Hear And See The Image N Front Of Me From Every Angle... And Only The Labor Of Writing It Down Remains... I Turn My Ideas Into Tones That Resound, Roar, And Rage Until At Last They Stand Before Me In The Form Of Notes.

What I Have In My Heart And Soul - Must Find A Way Out. That's The Reason For Music.

Then Let Us All Do What Is Right, Strive With All Our Might Toward The Unattainable, Develop As Fully As We Can The Gifts God Has Given Us, And Never Stop Learning

Beethoven Can Write Music, Thank God, But He Can Do Nothing Else On Earth.

Life Would Be Flat Without Music. It Is The Background To All I Do. It Speaks To The Heart In Its Own Special Way Like Nothing Else.