Art Always Demands Of Us Something New.

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.

Only Art And Science Make Us Suspect The Existence Of Life To A Higher Level, And Maybe Also Instill Hope Thereof.

Oh Continue To Love Me, Never Misjudge The Most Faithful Heart Of Your Beloved. Ever Thine. Ever Mine. Ever Ours.

Of All My Children, This Is The One That Cost Me The Worst Birth-pangs And Brought Me The Most Sorrow; And For That Reason It Is The One Most Dear To Me.

Music Is Indeed The Mediator Between The Spiritual And The Sensual Life.