Bach Is Bach Just As God Is

Love Cannot Express The Idea Of Music, While Music May Give An Idea Of Love

It Is Not Enough That The Artist Should Be Well Prepared For The Public. The Public Must Be Well Prepared For What It Is Going To Hear.

It Is Difficult To Put Into Words What I Suffered-the Longing That Seemed To Be Tearing My Heart Out By The Roots, The Dreadful Sense Of Being Alone In An Empty Universe, The Agonies That Thrilled Through Me As If The Blood Were Running Ice-cold Through My Veins, The Disgust With Living, The Impossibility Of Dying. Shakespeare Himself Never Described This Torture; But He Counts It, In Hamlet, Among The Terrible Of All The Evils Of Existence. I Had Stopped Composing; My Mind Seemed To Become Feebler As My Feelings Grew More Intense. I Did Nothing. One Power Was Left To Me-to Suffer.

Bach Is Bach Just As God Is God.

It Is So Rare...to Find A Complete Person, With A Soul, A Heart And An Imagination; So Rare For Characters As Ardent And Restless As Ours To Meet And To Be Matched Together, That I Hardly Know How To Tell You What Happiness It Gives Me To Know You.