For an instant God opens his door and His orchestra plays the Fifth Symphony.
Music is on a higher plane than everything else in this world.
No statue has ever been put up to a critic.
For me, music begins where words end.
Millions of years ago, in my previous incarnations, I must have been related to swans... because I can still feel that affinity.
If you really put a small value upon yourself, rest assured that the world will not raise your price. Pay no attention to what the critics say. A statue has never been erected in honor of a critic.