The Guitar Is An Orchestra In Itself.

Artists Are Fiery; They Do Not Weep.

This Is The Mark Of A Really Admirable Man: Steadfastness In The Face Of Trouble.

I Carry My Thoughts About With Me For A Long Time... Before Writing Them Down... Once I Have Grasped A Theme. I Shall Not Forget It Even Years Later. I Change Many Things, Discard Others, And Try Again And Again Until I Am Satisfied; Then, In My Head... [the Work] Rises, It Grows, I Hear And See The Image N Front Of Me From Every Angle... And Only The Labor Of Writing It Down Remains... I Turn My Ideas Into Tones That Resound, Roar, And Rage Until At Last They Stand Before Me In The Form Of Notes.

Hide Your Secret Even From The Closest Friend; Learn To Be Silent.

Music Is The One Incorporeal Entrance Into The Higher World Of Knowledge Which Comprehends Mankind But Which Mankind Cannot Comprehend.