Without Order There Can Be No Inner

I Adore Tradition. I Cannot Stand Habit. Simply To Repeat Is Nothing, Also To Destroy Is Nothing. Tradition Is Never Interrupted, We Are Always Evolving But Never Interrupted.

In Music Everything Is Prolonged, Everything Is Edified, And When The Enchantment Has Ceased, We Are Still Bathed In Its Clarity; Solitude Is Accompanied By A New Hope Between Pity For Ourselves - Which Makes Us More Indulgent And More Understanding - And The Certitude Of Finding Something Again, That Which Lives For Ever In Music.

It Is So Much Easier To Rest Contented With What We Have Already Acquired Than To Change Ever So Slightly Those Routine But Profound Habits Of Thought And Feeling Which Govern Our Life, And By Which We Live So Blissfully. This Mental Inertia Is, Perhaps, Our Greatest Enemy. Insidiously It Leads Us To Assume That We Can Renew Our Lives Without Renewing Our Habits.

The Essential Conditions Of Everything You Do Must Be Choice, Love, Passion.

Everything We Know By Heart Enriches Us And Helps Us Find Ourselves. If It Should Get In The Way Of Finding Ourselves, It Is Because We Have No Personality.