Every Day In The Mirror

Enough Of Clouds, Waves, Aquariums, Water-sprites And Nocturnal Scents; What We Need Is Music Of The Earth, Everyday Music..music One Can Live In Like A House.

If A Hermit Lives In A State Of Ecstasy, His Lack Of Comfort Becomes The Height Of Comfort. He Must Relinquish It.

Artists Can No More Speak About Their Work, Than Plants Can Speak About Horticulture.

The Composer Opens The Cage Door For Arithmetic, The Draftsman Gives Geometry Its Freedom.

Stupidity Is Always Astounding, No Matter How Often One Encounters It.