Tradition Is Laziness.

I Also Had A Brother Who Was Like Me A Musician And A Composer. A Man Of Great Talent, Far More Gifted Than I. He Died Very Young... He Killed Himself In The Prime Of His Life.

The Impressions Of The Spriritual Experiences Gave My Future Life Its Form And Content.

To Judge A Composer's Work, One Must Consider It As A Whole.

That Which Draws Us By Its Mystical Force; What Every Created Thing, Even The Very Stones, Feels With Absolute Certainty As The Center Of Its Being... Is The Force Of Love. Christians Call This "eternal Blessedness." It Is A Necessity Of Man For Growth And Joy.

The Call Of Love Sounds Very Hollow Among These Immobile Rocks.