Handel, To Him I Bow The Knee.

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

Men Are Not Only Together When They Are With Each Other; Even The Distant And The Dead Live With Us.

Tones Sound, And Roar And Storm About Me Until I Have Set Them Down In Notes.

What I Have In My Heart And Soul - Must Find A Way Out. That's The Reason For Music.

There Ought To Be Only One Large Art Warehouse In The World, To Which The Artist Could Carry His Art-works And From Which He Could Carry Away Whatever He Needed. As It Is One Must Be Half A Tradesman.