To Follow In Beethoven's Footsteps Transcends One's

How Lucky Is The Man Who, Like Mozart And Others, Goes To The Tavern Of An Evening And Writes Some Fresh Music. For He Lives While He Is Creating.

Ah, That Tastes Nice. Thank You.

Those Are Miracles That No Merely Human Brain Can Work. The Artist Is Merely The Sound Conduct Of A Force That Dictates To Him What He Should Do.

The Idea Comes To Me From Outside Of Me - And Is Like A Gift. I Then Take The Idea And Make It My Own - That Is Where The Skill Lies.

The Only True Immortality Lies In One's Children.