If Men Of Genius Only

In My Opinion, The Trombone Is The True Head Of The Family Of Wind Instruments, Which I Have Named The 'epic' One. It Possesses Nobility And Grandeur To The Highest Degree; It Has All The Serious And Powerful Tones Of Sublime Musical Poetry, From Religious, Calm And Imposing Accents To Savage, Orgiastic Outburst. Directed By The Will Of The Master, The Trombones Can Chant Like A Choir Of Priests, Threaten, Utter Gloomy Sighs, A Mournful Lament, Or A Bright Hymn Of Glory; They Can Break Forth Into Awe-inspiring Cries And Awaken The Dead Or Doom The Living With Their Fearful Voices.

Only By Pairing Knowledge With Inspiration Will Art Evolve. Without These Conditions Any Musician Will Remain A Flawed Artist, If One May Speak Of An Artist At All.

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.

Music And Love Are The Wings Of The Soul.

To Render My Works Properly Requires A Combination Of Extreme Precision And Irresistible Verve, A Regulated Vehemence, A Dreamy Tenderness, And An Almost Morbid Melancholy.