Music Is Mediator Between Spiritual And Sensual

In Praise Of Thy Goodness I Must Confess That Thou Didst Try With All Thy Means To Draw Me To Thee. Sometimes It Pleased Thee To Let Me Feel The Heavy Hand Of Thy Displeasure And To Humiliate My Proud Heart By Manifold Castigations. Sickness And Misfortune Didst Thou Send Upon Me To Turn My Thoughts To My Errantries.-one Thing, Only, O Father, Do I Ask: Cease Not To Labor For My Betterment. In Whatsoever Manner It Be, Let Me Turn To Thee And Become Fruitful In Good Works.

The World Is A King, And Like A King, Desires Flattery In Return For Favor; But True Art Is Selfish And Perverse — It Will Not Submit To The Mold Of Flattery.

There Is No Greater Pleasure For Me Than To Practice And Exhibit My Art.

To Do Good Whenever One Can, To Love Liberty Above All Else, Never To Deny The Truth, Even Though It Be Before The Throne.

To Me The Highest Thing, After God, Is My Honor.