The Idea Comes To Me From Outside

Those Are Miracles That No Merely Human Brain Can Work. The Artist Is Merely The Sound Conduct Of A Force That Dictates To Him What He Should Do.

To Follow In Beethoven's Footsteps Transcends One's Strength.

Those Who Enjoy Their Own Emotionally Bad Health And Who Habitually Fill Their Own Minds With The Rank Poisons Of Suspicion, Jealousy And Hatred, As A Rule Take Umbrage At Those Who Refuse To Do Likewise, And They Find A Perverted Relief In Trying To Denigrate Them.

It Is Not Hard To Compose, But What Is Fabulously Hard Is To Leave The Superfluous Notes Under The Table.

One Should Never Forget That By Actually Perfecting One Piece One Gains And Learns More Than By Starting Or Half-finishing A Dozen.