All That Is Not Perfect Down To

To Judge A Composer's Work, One Must Consider It As A Whole.

That Which Draws Us By Its Mystical Force; What Every Created Thing, Even The Very Stones, Feels With Absolute Certainty As The Center Of Its Being... Is The Force Of Love. Christians Call This "eternal Blessedness." It Is A Necessity Of Man For Growth And Joy.

It Is Strange How One Feels Drawn Forward Without Knowing At First Where One Is Going.

If I Weren't The Way I Am, I Shouldn't Write My Symphonies.

We All Return. It Is This Certainty That Gives Meaning To Life And It Does Not Make The Slightest Difference Whether Or Not In A Later Incarnation We Remember The Former Life. What Counts Is Not The Individual And His Comfort, But The Great Aspiration To The Perfect And The Pure Which Goes On In Each Incarnation.