Music And Love Are The Wings Of

If Men Of Genius Only Knew What Love Their Works Inspire!

A Feeble Mind, Conscious Of Its Own Feebleness, Grows Feeble Under That Very Consciousness. As Soon As The Power Of Fear Becomes Known To It, There Follows The Fear Of Fear, And, On The First Perturbation, Reason Abandons It.

Love Cannot Express The Idea Of Music, While Music May Give An Idea Of Love

To Render My Works Properly Requires A Combination Of Extreme Precision And Irresistible Verve, A Regulated Vehemence, A Dreamy Tenderness, And An Almost Morbid Melancholy.

The Trombone Is The True Head Of The Family Of Wind Instruments... It Has All The Serious And Powerful Tones Of Sublime Musical Poetry, From Religious, Calm And Imposing Accents To Savage, Orgiastic Outburst.