No one ever erected a statue of a critic.
For me, music begins where words end.
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.
Music begins where the possibilities of language end.
For an instant God opens his door and His orchestra plays the Fifth Symphony.
All the doctors who wanted to forbid me to smoke and to drink are dead.