I give bird songs to those who dwell in cities and have never heard them, make rhythms for those who know only military marches or jazz, and paint colors for those who see none.

My faith is the grand drama of my life. I'm a believer, so I sing words of God to those who have no faith.

Luck marches with those who give their very best.

The human being is flesh and consciousness, body and soul; his heart is an abyss which can only be filled by that which is godly.

No one should be allowed to make music as if he were made of wood. One must reproduce the musical text exactly, but not play like a stone.

Ascension He has gone away, the Well-Beloved, For our sake! He is risen, the Well-Beloved, For our sake! He has prayed, the Well-Beloved, For our sake! He has spoken, He has sung, The Word was with God.