Mine Alone Is The Country Of My

To Call Everything That Appears Illogical, Fantasy, Fairy Tale, Or Chimera Would Be Practically To Admit Not Understanding Nature.

My Hands Were Too Soft.. I Had To Find Some Special Occupation, Some Kind Of Work That Would Not Force Me To Turn Away From The Sky And The Stars, That Would Allow Me To Discover The Meaning Of Life.

Mozart Never Composed Anything, Ever! He Copied What Was Written On His Soul.

The Stars Were My Best Friends. The Air Was Full Of Legends And Phantoms, Full Of Mythical And Fair-tale Creatures, Which Suddenly Flew Away Over The Roof, So That One Was At One With The Firmament.

The Fingers Must Be Educated, The Thumb Is Born Knowing.