In praise of Thy goodness I must confess that Thou didst try with all Thy means to draw me to Thee. Sometimes it pleased Thee to let me feel the heavy hand of Thy displeasure and to humiliate my proud heart by manifold castigations. Sickness and misfortune didst Thou send upon me to turn my thoughts to my errantries.-One thing, only, O Father, do I ask: cease not to labor for my betterment. In whatsoever manner it be, let me turn to Thee and become fruitful in good works.

My heart is full of many things there are moments when I feel that speech is nothing after all.

Music can change the world.

An artist is someone who has learned to trust in himself.

Wherever you are, I am there also.

Only the pure in heart can make a good soup.

Only the flint of a man's mind can strike fire in music.