Music is the shorthand of emotion.

Even in the valley of the shadow of death, two and two do not make six.

To seek, always to seek... (Tolstoy's final words).

Which is worse? the wolf who cries before eating the lamb or the wolf who does not.

The piano is always true to me. In times of despair, happiness, and joy, its mood is always my own.

I had to resign myself, many years ago, that I'm not too articulate when it comes to explaining how I feel about things. But my music does it for me, it really…

Music is a means capable of expressing dark dramatism and pure rapture, suffering and ecstasy, fiery and cold fury, melancholy and wild merriment - and the sub…