At Least I Have The Modesty To

A Feeble Mind, Conscious Of Its Own Feebleness, Grows Feeble Under That Very Consciousness. As Soon As The Power Of Fear Becomes Known To It, There Follows The Fear Of Fear, And, On The First Perturbation, Reason Abandons It.

Bach Is Bach Just As God Is God.

Every Composer Knows The Anguish And Despair Occasioned By Forgetting Ideas Which One Had No Time To Write Down.

Time, Time - That Is Our Greatest Master! Alas, Like Ugolino, Time Devours Its Own Children.

Love Cannot Express The Idea Of Music, While Music May Give An Idea Of Love