Music Is...a Form Of Remembering,

Love Is Born Of Faith, Lives On Hope, And Dies Of Charity.

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

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.

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