Life Is Only A Long And Bitter

For The Virtuoso, Musical Works Are In Fact Nothing But Tragic And Moving Materializations Of His Emotions; He Is Called Upon To Make Them Speak, Weep, Sing And Sigh, To Recreate Them In Accordance With His Own Consciousness. In This Way He, Like The Composer, Is A Creator, For He Must Have Within Himself Those Passions That He Wishes To Bring So Intensely To Life.

So Let Us Not Worry, And Look Instead As It Has Been Taught Us To Do, As The Birds Of The Air And The Lilies Of The Field, Keeping Complete Faith In Our Father's Goodness.

Music Is The Heart Of Life." She Speaks Love; "without It, There Is No Possible Good And With It Everything Is Beautiful.

I Did Not Compose My Work As One Might Put On A Church Vestment... Rather It Sprung From The Truly Fervent Faith Of My Heart, Such As I Have Felt It Since My Childhood.

I Foster A Sorrowful Conception Of Affection. Make No Sacrifices.