The call of love sounds very hollow among these immobile rocks.
Even if people censure me, they should do so hat in hand.
All that is not perfect down to the smallest detail is doomed to perish.
If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music.
What I wanted and what I visualized while composing has not always been realized.
I don't choose what I compose. It chooses me.