Pray To God That He

Such A Divine Profession Is Art! When Everything Else Looks So Stale And Disgustingly Vacuous, So Enthralls Even The Littlest Real Effort Of Art Our Innermost And Carries Us From Town, From Country, From Earth, As That It Must Be Truely A Blessing Of The Gods.

I Dislike Nothing More Than Finding Fault With A Man's Nature Or Talent; It Only Depresses And Worries And Does No Good; One Cannot Add A Cubit To One's Stature, All Striving And Struggling Are Useless There, So One Has To Be Silent About It, And Let The Responsibility Rest With God.

The Trombone Is Too Sacred For Frequent Use.

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.

The Essence Of Beauty Is Unity In Variety.