I Write [music] As A Sow Piddles.

Love, Love, Love, That Is The Soul Of Genius.

Neither Rejoice Nor Lament Prematurely; For Whatever May Happen, All Will Be Well If We Only Have Health; For Happiness Exists--merely In The Imagination.

Creativity Is The Firing Of My Soul.

Melody Is The Essence Of Music. I Compare A Good Melodist To A Fine Racer, And Counterpoints To Hack Post-horses.

The Taste Of Death Is Upon My Lips. I Feel Something That Is Not Of This Earth.