Love Is Born Of Faith,

Melody Is A Form Of Remembrance. It Must Have A Quality Of Inevitability In Our Ears.

Hell Begins On The Day When God Grants Us A Clear Vision Of All That We Might Have Achieved, Of All The Gifts Which We Have Wasted, Of All That We Might Have Done Which We Did Not Do.

Music Is...a Form Of Remembering, A Return To The Seasons Of The Heart Long Gone.

A Man Only Becomes Wise When He Begins To Calculate The Approximate Depth Of His Ignorance.

Art Is The Unceasing Effort To Compete With The Beauty Of Flowers - And Never Succeeding.