One Must Renounce The Bad Taste Of

Faith Makes Blessed. Consequently It Lies.

I Live In My Own Place - Have Never Copied Anyone Even Half, And At Any Master Who Lacks The Grace - To Laugh At Himself - I Laugh.

Lightning And Thunder Need Time, The Light Of The Stars Needs Time, Deeds Need Time, Even After They Are Done, To Be Seen And Heard.

One Must Separate From Anything That Forces One To Repeat No Again And Again.

In Bach There Is Still Too Much Crude Christianity, Crude Germanism, Crude Scholasticism; He Stands On The Threshold Of European (modern) Music, But He Looks Back From There To The Middle Ages.