It Is My Wish That You May

Such Incidents Brought Me To The Verge Of Despair, But Little More And I Would Have Put An End To My Life - Only Art It Was That Withheld Me, - Ah, It Seemed Impossible To Leave The World Until I Had Produced All That I Had Felt Called Upon To Produce.

Mistakes - Mistakes - You Yourself Are A Unique Mistake!

Of All My Children, This Is The One That Cost Me The Worst Birth-pangs And Brought Me The Most Sorrow; And For That Reason It Is The One Most Dear To Me.

What Will Be The Judgment A Century Hence Concerning The Lorded Works Of Our Favorite Composers Today? Inasmuch As Nearly Everything Is Subject To The Changes Of Time, And - More's The Pity- The Fashions Of Time, Only That Which Is Good And True Will Endure Like A Rock And No Wanton Hand Will Ever Venture To Defile It. Then, Let Every Man Do That Which Is Right, Strive With All His Might Towards The Goal Which Can Never Be Obtained, Develop To The Last Breath The Gifts With Which The Gracious Creator Has Endowed Him, And Never Cease To Learn. For Life Is Short, Art Eternal.

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.