Even In Winter It Shall Be Green

As Long As I Have Health And Strength, I Will Gladly Work All My Days.

Every Difficulty Slurred Over Will Be A Ghost To Disturb Your Repose Later On.

If I Were Still Stupider Than I Am, I Should Think Myself At The Apex Of My Career; Yet I Know How Much I Still Lack, To Reach Perfection; I See It The More Clearly Now That I Live Only Among First-rank Artists And Know What Each One Of Them Lacks.

Having Nothing To Do, I Am Correcting The Paris Edition Of Bach; Not Only The Engraver's Mistakes, But Also The Mistakes Hallowed By Those Who Are Supposed To Understand Bach (i Have No Pretensions To Understand Better, But I Do Think That Sometimes I Can Guess).

Nothing Is More Beautiful Than The Sound Of The Guitar.