Artists Are Fiery; They Do Not Weep.

The Amount Of Money One Needs Is Terrifying.

Handel, To Him I Bow The Knee.

No Friend Have I. I Must Live By Myself Alone; But I Know Well That God Is Nearer To Me Than Others In My Art, So I Will Walk Fearlessly With Him.

Rossini Would Have Been A Great Composer If His Teacher Had Spanked Him Enough On His Backside.

Strange, I Feel As If Up To Now I Had Written No More Than A Few Notes.