Love Is Born Of Faith, Lives On

Music Is...a Form Of Remembering, A Return To The Seasons Of The Heart Long Gone.

Art Is The Unceasing Effort To Compete With The Beauty Of Flowers - And Never Succeeding.

A Man Only Becomes Wise When He Begins To Calculate The Approximate Depth Of His Ignorance.

Love Is Born Of Faith, Lives On Hope, And Dies Of Charity.

Melody Is A Form Of Remembrance. It Must Have A Quality Of Inevitability In Our Ears.