The Further The Music Develops,

When I Have Reached A Summit, I Leave It With Great Reluctance, Unless It Is To Reach For Another, Higher One.

I Am Hitting My Head Against The Walls, But The Walls Are Giving Way.

We All Return. It Is This Certainty That Gives Meaning To Life And It Does Not Make The Slightest Difference Whether Or Not In A Later Incarnation We Remember The Former Life. What Counts Is Not The Individual And His Comfort, But The Great Aspiration To The Perfect And The Pure Which Goes On In Each Incarnation.

It Is Always The Same With Me; Only When I Experience Something Do I Compose, And Only When Composing Do I Experience! After All, A Musician's Nature Can Hardly Be Expressed In Words.

To Judge A Composer's Work, One Must Consider It As A Whole.