Recommend Virtue To Your Children, That Alone

Music Is Like A Dream. One That I Cannot Hear.

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.

Don't Only Practice Your Art, But Force Your Way Into Its Secrets; Art Deserves That, For It And Knowledge Can Raise Man To The Divine.

I Shall Seize Fate By The Throat.

Fate Gave To Man The Courage Of Endurance.