By Making Himself A Priest Made Himself

Music Expresses That Which Cannot Be Said And On Which It Is Impossible To Be Silent.

No One Can Keep A Secret Better Than A Child.

In My Old Age There Is A Coming Into Flower. My Body Wanes; My Mind Waxes.

One Of The Hardest Tasks Is To Extract Continually From One's Soul An Almost Inexhaustible Ill Will.

A Day Will Come When Markets, Open To Trade, And Minds, Open To Ideas, Will Become The Sole Battlefield.