My heart is full of many things there are moments when I feel that speech is nothing after all.

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.

God grant me the courage not to give up what I think is right, even though I think it is hopeless.

Every woman is a gift when she becomes a daughter, Every woman is beautiful when she becomes a lover, Every woman is special when she becomes a wife, Every woman is a god when she becomes a Mother

I've been lucky enough that I can gather all sorts of experiences and find inspiration by traveling around and by spending time with people I admire.

Heroism, or military glory, is much admired by the generality of mankind. They consider it as the most sublime kind of merit. Menof cool reflection are not so sanguine in their praises of it.

Hillary Clinton failed on the economy, just like she's failed on foreign policy. Everything she touched didn't work out. Nothing.

As thy days, so shall thy strength be which, in modern language, may be translated as thy thoughts so shall thy life be.

I will leave no memoirs.

The nearer I approach the end, the plainer I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the worlds which invite me. It is marvelous, yet simple.

So many Indian novels, quite unfairly, do not get the prominence they should because they have been written in a language other than English.

Smart people underestimate the ordinarity of ordinary people.