An Artist Is Someone Who Has Learned

Handel, To Him I Bow The Knee.

To Me The Highest Thing, After God, Is My Honor.

I Wish You Music To Help With The Burdens Of Life ,and To Help You Release Your Happiness To Others.

You Ask Me Where I Get My Ideas. That I Cannot Tell You With Certainty. They Come Unsummoned, Directly, Indirectly - I Could Seize Them With My Hands - Out In The Open Air, In The Woods, While Walking, In The Silence Of The Nights, At Dawn, Excited By Moods Which Are Translated By The Poet Into Words, By Me Into Tones That Sound And Roar And Storm About Me Till I Have Set Them Down In Notes.

Then Let Us All Do What Is Right, Strive With All Our Might Toward The Unattainable, Develop As Fully As We Can The Gifts God Has Given Us, And Never Stop Learning