Life And Art Are Not

I Know Perfectly Well That No Musician Can Make His Thoughts Or His Talents Different To What Heaven Has Made Them; But I Also Know That If Heaven Had Given Him Good Ones, He Must Also Be Able To Develop Them Properly.

These, Too, Seem To Me So Ambiguous, So Vague, So Easily Misunderstood In Comparison To Genuine Music, Which Fills The Soul With A Thousand Things Better Than Words.

Though Everything Else May Appear Shallow And Repulsive, Even The Smallest Task In Music Is So Absorbing, And Carries Us So Far Away From Town, Country, Earth, And All Worldly Things, That It Is Truly A Blessed Gift Of God.

No One Can Bar Me From Joyfully Proceeding On What The Great Masters Have Left Us; After All, To Rediscover Everything Again, Should Be Understood To Be Unfounded. But One Should However Proceed On Merit, And Not Simply Repeat Wat Was. All Genius, Sincere, Deserves His Place, Even Though Maybe Later In Life.

First And Foremost An Artist Should Pay Homage To Grandness, Honour And Bow To It, And Not Try To Extinguish The Fierce Flames Of Such, In An Attempt To Have His Own Feeble Light Shine Brighter. When One Isn't Able To Acknowledge Greatness, I Would Really Want To Know How He Endeavours To Make Me Experience It.