Pray To God That He Might Create

No One Can Bar Me From Joyfully Proceeding On What The Great Masters Have Left Us; After All, To Rediscover Everything Again, Should Be Understood To Be Unfounded. But One Should However Proceed On Merit, And Not Simply Repeat Wat Was. All Genius, Sincere, Deserves His Place, Even Though Maybe Later In Life.

People Usually Complain That Music Is So Ambiguous, And What They Are Supposed To Think When They Hear It Is So Unclear, While Words Are Understood By Everyone. But For Me It Is Exactly The Opposite...what The Music I Love Expresses To Me Are Thoughts Not To Indefinite For Words, But Rather Too Definite.

It's Not That Music Is Too Imprecise For Words, But Too Precise.

I Dislike Nothing More Than Finding Fault With A Man's Nature Or Talent; It Only Depresses And Worries And Does No Good; One Cannot Add A Cubit To One's Stature, All Striving And Struggling Are Useless There, So One Has To Be Silent About It, And Let The Responsibility Rest With God.

Such A Divine Profession Is Art! When Everything Else Looks So Stale And Disgustingly Vacuous, So Enthralls Even The Littlest Real Effort Of Art Our Innermost And Carries Us From Town, From Country, From Earth, As That It Must Be Truely A Blessing Of The Gods.