It Is Strange How One

That Which Draws Us By Its Mystical Force; What Every Created Thing, Even The Very Stones, Feels With Absolute Certainty As The Center Of Its Being... Is The Force Of Love. Christians Call This "eternal Blessedness." It Is A Necessity Of Man For Growth And Joy.

It Is A Funny Thing, But When I Am Making Music, All The Answers I Seek For In Life Seem To Be There, In The Music. Or Rather, I Should Say, When I Am Making Music, There Are No Questions And No Need For Answers.

I Have Become A Different Person. I Don't Know Whether This Person Is Better, He Certainly Is Not Happier.

Both My Marriages Were Failures! Number One Departed, And Number Two Stayed

A Symphony Must Be Like The World. It Must Contain Everything.