Artists Are Fiery; They Do Not Weep.

I Alter Some Things, Eliminate And Try Again Until I Am Satisfied. Then Begins The Mental Working Out Of This Material In Its Breadth, Its Narrowness, Its Height And Depth.

Only The Pure In Heart Can Make A Good Soup.

If I Contemplate Myself As Part Of The Universe: What Am I?

The Music Is The Only Corporeal Introduction To The Superior World Of Knowledge.

Only The Flint Of A Man's Mind Can Strike Fire In Music.