The Amount Of Money One Needs Is

Life Would Be Flat Without Music. It Is The Background To All I Do. It Speaks To The Heart In Its Own Special Way Like Nothing Else.

We All Make Mistakes, But Everyone Makes Different Mistakes

I Can Do Nothing But Think Of You... What Have You Done To Me? Can't You Remove The Spell You Have Cast Over Me?

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

I Carry My Thoughts About With Me For A Long Time... Before Writing Them Down... Once I Have Grasped A Theme. I Shall Not Forget It Even Years Later. I Change Many Things, Discard Others, And Try Again And Again Until I Am Satisfied; Then, In My Head... [the Work] Rises, It Grows, I Hear And See The Image N Front Of Me From Every Angle... And Only The Labor Of Writing It Down Remains... I Turn My Ideas Into Tones That Resound, Roar, And Rage Until At Last They Stand Before Me In The Form Of Notes.