Love Is Born Of Faith, Lives On

Art Is The Unceasing Effort To Compete With The Beauty Of Flowers - And Never Succeeding.

Hell Begins On The Day When God Grants Us A Clear Vision Of All That We Might Have Achieved, Of All The Gifts Which We Have Wasted, Of All That We Might Have Done Which We Did Not Do.

Music Is...a Form Of Remembering, A Return To The Seasons Of The Heart Long Gone.

Love Is Born Of Faith, Lives On Hope, And Dies Of Charity.

Any Subject Is Good For Opera If The Composer Feels It So Intently He Must Sing It Out.