Truly, One Gets Easier Accustomed To A

We Hear The Rain Fall, But Not The Snow. Bitter Grief Is Loud, Calm Grief Is Silent.

Only He Is Free Who Cultivates His Own Thoughts And Strives Without Fear To Do Justice To Them.

When The Foot Of The' Mountain Is Enveloped In Mist, The Mountain Appears To Us Much Loftier Than It Is; So Also When The Ground And Basis Of A Disaster Is Not Clear To Us.

If You Sound Great In The Practice Room, You're Practicing The Wrong Thing. Music Washes Away From The Soul The Dust Of Everyday Life.

When You Have Discovered A Stain In Yourself, You Eagerly Seek For And Gladly Find Stains In Others.