Music fills the infinite between two souls. This has been muffled by the mist of our daily habits.

Melody and harmony are like lines and colors in pictures. A simple linear picture may be completely beautiful; the introduction of color may make it vague and insignificant. Yet color may, by combination with lines, create great pictures, so long as it does not smother and destroy their value.

Inspiration follows aspiration.

Saltwater heals, healing referring to its various forms; tears, cleanses and heals the soul; sweat, cleanses through labor; the ocean, heals in all its forms.

The greatest distance in this World is not that between living and death, it is when I am just before you, and you don't know that I Love You.

My eyes have seen much, but they are not weary. My ears have heard much, but they thirst for more.

I have on my table a violin string. It is free to move in any direction I like. If I twist one end, it responds; it is free. But it is not free to sing. So I take it and fix it into my violin. I bind it and when it is bound, it is free for the first time to sing.