Music Can Change The World.

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

It Is The Power Of Music To Carry One Directly Into The Mental State Of The Composer.

I Carry My Thoughts About With Me For A Long Time... Before Writing Them Down... Once I Have Grasped A Theme. I Shall Not Forget It Even Years Later. I Change Many Things, Discard Others, And Try Again And Again Until I Am Satisfied; Then, In My Head... [the Work] Rises, It Grows, I Hear And See The Image N Front Of Me From Every Angle... And Only The Labor Of Writing It Down Remains... I Turn My Ideas Into Tones That Resound, Roar, And Rage Until At Last They Stand Before Me In The Form Of Notes.

Music Is The One Incorporeal Entrance Into The Higher World Of Knowledge Which Comprehends Mankind But Which Mankind Cannot Comprehend.

I Shall Hear In Heaven.