Destiny Smiles Upon Me But

Destiny Smiles Upon Me But Without Making Me The Least Bit Happier.

Tradition Is Not The Worship Of Ashes, But The Preservation Of Fire.

I Also Had A Brother Who Was Like Me A Musician And A Composer. A Man Of Great Talent, Far More Gifted Than I. He Died Very Young... He Killed Himself In The Prime Of His Life.

It Should Be One’s Sole Endeavor To See Everything Afresh And Create It Anew.

In Bach, The Vital Cells Of Music Are United As The World Is In God.