We Mortals With Immortal Minds Are Only

Mistakes - Mistakes - You Yourself Are A Unique Mistake!

Ever Thine, Ever Mine, Ever Ours

To Play Without Passion Is Inexcusable!

You Ask Me Where I Get My Ideas. That I Cannot Tell You With Certainty. They Come Unsummoned, Directly, Indirectly - I Could Seize Them With My Hands - Out In The Open Air, In The Woods, While Walking, In The Silence Of The Nights, At Dawn, Excited By Moods Which Are Translated By The Poet Into Words, By Me Into Tones That Sound And Roar And Storm About Me Till I Have Set Them Down In Notes.

Rossini Would Have Been A Great Composer If His Teacher Had Spanked Him Enough On His Backside.