Tradition Is Tending The Flame, Not Worshiping

The Further The Music Develops, The More Complex The Apparatus Used By The Composer To Express His Thoughts Becomes.

But It's Peculiar, As Soon As I Am In The Midst Of Nature And By Myself, Everything That Is Base And Trivial Vanishes Without Trace. On Such Days Nothing Scares Me; And This Helps Me Again And Again.

I Am Hitting My Head Against The Walls, But The Walls Are Giving Way.

Beauty And Fullness Of Tone Can Be Achieved By Having The Whole Orchestra Play With High Clarinets And A Carefully Selected Number Of Piccolos.

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