A Man Without Patience Is A Lamp

You Know What I Think? If I Am Tired Now, I Don't Mind, Because I Have Eternity To Rest.

It Is Impossible To Feign Mastery Of An Instrument, However Skillful The Impostor May Be.

Sometimes One Is Without The Pleasure Of Playing. But When The Silence Of The Audience Is Perfect, We Recover That.

When I Began, The Guitar Was En-closed In A Vicious Circle. There Were No Composers Writing For The Guitar, Be-cause There Were No Virtuoso Guitarists.

My Prayer To The Lord Every Day, Is This-i Have Been A Great Sinner. I Do Not Deserve Heaven. Let Me Stay Here.