Love Demands All, And Has A Right

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

The Real Artist Has No Pride. Unfortunately He Sees That His Art Has No Limits. He Feels Obscurely How Far He Is From The Goal. While He Is Perhaps Being Admired By Others, He Mourns The Fact That He Has Not Yet Reached The Point To Which His Better Genius, Like A Distant Sun, Ever Beckons To Him.

Recommend Virtue To Your Children, That Alone - Not Wealth - Can Give Happiness. It Upholds In Adversity And The Thought Of It And My Art Prevents Me From Putting An End To My Life.

Music Is The Electric Soil In Which The Spirit Thinks, Lives And Invents. All That's Electrical Stimulates The Mind To Flowing Surging Musical Creation. I Am Electrical By Nature.

No Friend Have I. I Must Live By Myself Alone; But I Know Well That God Is Nearer To Me Than Others In My Art, So I Will Walk Fearlessly With Him.