I Would Rather Write 10,000 Notes Than

It Seemed Unthinkable For Me To Leave The World Forever Before I Had Produced All That I Felt Called Upon To Produce

My Heart Is Full Of Many Things There Are Moments When I Feel That Speech Is Nothing After All.

When I Open My Eyes I Must Sigh, For What I See Is Contrary To My Religion, And I Must Despise The World Which Does Not Know That Music Is A Higher Revelation Than All Wisdom And Philosophy.

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.

Handel, To Him I Bow The Knee.