If you want to be found stand where the seeker seeks.

Virtues are acquired through endeavor, which rests wholly upon yourself.

Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-withholding and free, Ye publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea.

Music is love in search of a word.

And yet shall Love himself be heard,Though long deferred, though long deferred:O'er the modern waste a dove hath whirred:Music is Love in search of a word.

When I hear music, it seems to me that all the sins of my life pass slowly by me with veiled faces, lay their hands on my head, and say softly, "My child."

Music is love searching for a word.

I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh-hen flies, In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and the skies.

My priciple is, the artist shall put forth, humbly & lovingly, without bitterness, the very best & highest that is within him,utterly regardless of contemporary criticism.

Sweet Sometime, fly fast for me.

Let my name perish, -- the poetry is good poetry and the music is good music, and beauty dieth not, and the heart that needs it will find it.

Growing a culture requires a good storyteller. Changing a culture requires a persuasive editor.

A few honest men are better than numbers.

When people see what I have now, they have no idea of where I came from and how I didn't have anything growing up.

You're only as good as your dumbest competitor.

I have spoken to Einstein and he admitted to me that his theory was in fact no different from the one of Parmenides.

As anyone who has ever fallen foul of an airport, a conventional hospital or a bad restaurant knows, misery is made up of little things.

Accordingly the Northern races of Europe found their inspiration in the Bible; and the enthusiasm for it has not yet quite faded away.

The architect must not only understand drawing, but music.

Once at a potent leader's voice I stayed; Once I went back when a good monarch prayed; Mortals, howe'er we grieve, howe'er deplore, The flying shadow will return no more.

When things fall apart, the children of the land scurry and scatter like birds escaping a burning sky.