Forgive me, Majesty. I am a vulgar man! But I assure you, my music is not.
The music is not in the notes,but in the silence between.
When I am traveling in a carriage, or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep; it is on such occasions that ideas flow best and most abundantly.
I pay no attention whatever to anybody’s praise or blame. I simply follow my own feelings.
Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Butterflies are always following me, everywhere I go.
Never, never listen to anybody that try to discourage you.
I don’t think anyone knows as much about what’s right for me as I do.
You really have to look inside yourself and find your own inner strength, and say, ‘I’m proud of what I am and who I am, and I’m just going to be myself.’
There is a light at the end of the tunnel… hopefully its not a freight train!