Every Composer Knows The Anguish

At Least I Have The Modesty To Admit That Lack Of Modesty Is One Of My Failings.

It Is So Rare...to Find A Complete Person, With A Soul, A Heart And An Imagination; So Rare For Characters As Ardent And Restless As Ours To Meet And To Be Matched Together, That I Hardly Know How To Tell You What Happiness It Gives Me To Know You.

Heine Commenting On The Music Of Louis Hector Berlioz: He Is An Immense Nightingale, A Lark As Great As An Eagle. . . . The Music Causes Me To Dream Of Fabulous Empires, Filled With Fabulous Sins.

Bach Is Bach Just As God Is God.

A Feeble Mind, Conscious Of Its Own Feebleness, Grows Feeble Under That Very Consciousness. As Soon As The Power Of Fear Becomes Known To It, There Follows The Fear Of Fear, And, On The First Perturbation, Reason Abandons It.