Music Is...a Form Of Remembering, A Return

Waiting And Hoping Are The Whole Of Life, And As Soon As A Dream Is Realized It Is Destroyed.

Any Subject Is Good For Opera If The Composer Feels It So Intently He Must Sing It Out.

Love, Which, In Concert With Abstinence, Established Faith, And Which, Along With Patience, Builds Up Chastity, Is Like The Columns That Sustain The Four Corners Of A House. For It Was That Same Love Which Planted A Glorious Garden Redolent With Precious Herbs And Noble Flowers-roses And Lilies-which Breathed Forth A Wondrous Fragrance, That Garden On Which The True Solomon Was Accustomed To Feast His Eyes.

A Man Only Becomes Wise When He Begins To Calculate The Approximate Depth Of His Ignorance.

Love Is Born Of Faith, Lives On Hope, And Dies Of Charity.