I'm A Revolutionary, Money Means Nothing To

I Am Gay On The Outside, Especially Among My Own Folk (i Count Poles My Own); But Inside Something Gnaws At Me; Some Presentiment, Anxiety, Dreams - Or Sleeplessness - Melancholy, Indifference - Desire For Life, And The Next Instant, Desire For Death; Some Kind Of Sweet Peace, Some Kind Of Numbness, Absent-mindedness.

Yesterday's Concert Was A Success. I Hasten To Let You Know. I Inform Your Lordship That I Was Not A Bit Nervous And Played As I Play When I Am Alone. It Went Well... And I Had To Come Back And Bow Four Times.

Nothing Is More Beautiful Than A Guitar, Except, Possibly Two.

One Needs Only To Study A Certain Positioning Of The Hand In Relation To The Keys To Obtain With Ease The Most Beautiful Sounds, To Know How To Play Long Notes And Short Notes And To Achieve Certain Unlimited Dexterity. A Well Formed Technique, It Seems To Me, Can Control And Vary A Beautiful Sound Quality.

Nothing Is More Odious Than Music Without Hidden Meaning.