I Will Seize Fate By The Throat;

What Will Be The Judgment A Century Hence Concerning The Lorded Works Of Our Favorite Composers Today? Inasmuch As Nearly Everything Is Subject To The Changes Of Time, And - More's The Pity- The Fashions Of Time, Only That Which Is Good And True Will Endure Like A Rock And No Wanton Hand Will Ever Venture To Defile It. Then, Let Every Man Do That Which Is Right, Strive With All His Might Towards The Goal Which Can Never Be Obtained, Develop To The Last Breath The Gifts With Which The Gracious Creator Has Endowed Him, And Never Cease To Learn. For Life Is Short, Art Eternal.

Music Is The Electric Soil In Which The Spirit Thinks, Lives And Invents. All That's Electrical Stimulates The Mind To Flowing Surging Musical Creation. I Am Electrical By Nature.

I Want To Seize Fate By The Throat.

From The Glow Of Enthusiasm I Let The Melody Escape. I Pursue It. Breathless I Catch Up With It. It Flies Again, It Disappears, It Plunges Into A Chaos Of Diverse Emotions. I Catch It Again, I Seize It, I Embrace It With Delight... I Multiply It By Modulations, And At Last I Triumph In The First Theme. There Is The Whole Symphony.

I Shall Hear In Heaven.