Without craftsmanship, inspiration is a mere reed shaken in the wind.

One should never forget that by actually perfecting one piece one gains and learns more than by starting or half-finishing a dozen.

Ah, that tastes nice. Thank you.

How lucky is the man who, like Mozart and others, goes to the tavern of an evening and writes some fresh music. For he lives while he is creating.

Those are miracles that no merely human brain can work. The artist is merely the sound conduct of a Force that dictates to him what he should do.

Straightaway the ideas flow in upon me, directly from God.

The idea comes to me from outside of me - and is like a gift. I then take the idea and make it my own - that is where the skill lies.