Reader, if you'd ever want infinity, stay with your eyes open in a fall of snow, of dandelion down, of dream, of sun – there are coming towards you its souls.

The composer, like the painter, like the poet, like the bird, like the wind, like the flower, like the tiny insect, like the deer, like the wolf, like the water, picks chords from the soul of infinity and makes them vibrate through his own soul

I saw the infinity and flew towards him with eyes wide open, word and dream.

We are made from clay, water, sun, air, and dream, and we feed on clay, water, air, sun, and dream. We are rains, snows, suns, we are seasons without the right to go back.

Every man carries inside the wilderness of infinity, as any grain of air, of sand, of water.

You can only touch infinity by achieving a heart of violins. You can not be in an enormous love more than the one that imagines that much horizon.