Don't Bother To Look, I've Composed All

Behind Me The Branches Of A Wasted And Sterile Existence Are Cracking.

The Real Art Of Conducting Consists In Transitions.

With The Coming Of Spring, I Am Calm Again.

Tradition Is Tending The Flame, Not Worshiping The Ashes.

In Its Beginnings, Music Was Merely Chamber Music, Meant To Be Listened To In A Small Space By A Small Audience.