It seemed unthinkable for me to leave the world forever before I had produced all that I felt called upon to produce

Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy. Music is the electrical soil in which the spirit lives, thinks and invents.

I wish you music to help with the burdens of life ,and to help you release your happiness to others.

Don't only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets; art deserves that, for it and knowledge can raise man to the Divine.

Life would be flat without music. It is the background to all I do. It speaks to the heart in its own special way like nothing else.

To play without passion is inexcusable!

What I have in my heart and soul - must find a way out. That's the reason for music.

Then let us all do what is right, strive with all our might toward the unattainable, develop as fully as we can the gifts God has given us, and never stop learning

An artist is someone who has learned to trust in himself.

Nothing is more intolerable than to have to admit to yourself your own errors.

Hide your secret even from the closest friend; learn to be silent.

If we will turn to God in prayer, and if we will seek His comfort through His Words in the Bible, we will find our hearts and minds healed.

Throughout the life we keep asking for something or other from God but often forget that he has already given us the best thing at our birth - A beautiful Life.

The Congress is a dysfunctional institution; its broken. One of our three branches of government is broken.

You may choose your friends, but not your unlikely saviors,” Magnus said cheerfully.

In fact, part of the Netflix series is drama.Beyond re-enactments. Why not invent something new?

I've made clothes my whole life, but I was just naive about the fashion world. But I think it's successful because I've been really involved. Picking the samples, inspirations, color palette.

We can escape from everything, but not from ourselves.

In this dark world where he now dwelt, ugly things and surprising things and once in a long while a tiny wondrous thing spilled out at him constantly; he could count on nothing.

A person whose job is deep thinking about atomic war would no more call a 'megadeath' a 'million corpses' than an embalmer would refer to a 'loved one' as a 'stiff.'

When I was a kid, I thought I was going to be an actor.