Bach Is Like An Astronomer Who, With

I Am Not Fitted To Give Concerts. The Audience Intimidates Me, I Feel Choked By Its Breath, Paralyzed By Its Curious Glances, Struck Dumb By All Those Strange Faces.

Bach Is Like An Astronomer Who, With The Help Of Ciphers, Finds The Most Wonderful Stars.

Nothing Is More Beautiful Than The Sound Of The Guitar.

Put All Your Soul Into It, Play The Way You Feel!

My Manuscripts Sleep, While I Cannot, For I Am Covered With Poultices.