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Mozart Never Composed Anything, Ever! He Copied What Was Written On His Soul.

Work Isn't To Make Money; You Work To Justify Life.

Love And Fantasy, Go Hand In Hand.

I Adore The Theater And I Am A Painter. I Think The Two Are Made For A Marriage Of Love. I Will Give All My Soul To Prove This Once More.

My Hands Were Too Soft.. I Had To Find Some Special Occupation, Some Kind Of Work That Would Not Force Me To Turn Away From The Sky And The Stars, That Would Allow Me To Discover The Meaning Of Life.