Art is the essence of beauty. The artist, a mute that practiced crying until he managed to shout free of dissonance.

To maintain inner peace, you must not allow others to shout within you... Sometimes though it is enough for them to shout harder.

To love – to nurture inside yourself the other soul's essence.

Beauty and ugliness are only possible in the light. Common sense also survives in the dark. So do crassness, ignorance, dumbness!...

The true chords are sheltered in the soul of the violinist, of the artist – the world is a resonance box. The Hope, Eternity, the world.

Be there next time happiness visits you.