I Will Seize Fate By The Throat;

Music Is Like A Dream. One That I Cannot Hear.

Whoever Tells A Lie Is Not Pure Of Heart, And Such A Person Can Not Cook A Clean Soup.

But What A Humiliation For Me When Someone Standing Next To Me Heard A Flute In The Distance And I Heard Nothing, Or Someone Standing Next To Me Heard A Shepherd Singing And Again I Heard Nothing. Such Incidents Drove Me Almost To Despair; A Little More Of That And I Would Have Ended My Life - It Was Only My Art That Held Me Back.

Mistakes - Mistakes - You Yourself Are A Unique Mistake!

Only Art And Science Make Us Suspect The Existence Of Life To A Higher Level, And Maybe Also Instill Hope Thereof.