Only The Flint Of A Man's Mind

If I Contemplate Myself As Part Of The Universe: What Am I?

Art Demands Of Us That We Shall Not Stand Still.

I Alter Some Things, Eliminate And Try Again Until I Am Satisfied. Then Begins The Mental Working Out Of This Material In Its Breadth, Its Narrowness, Its Height And Depth.

Beethoven Can Write Music, Thank God, But He Can Do Nothing Else On Earth.

Music Is A Higher Revelation Than All Wisdom And Philosophy.