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.

Music knows only one language - the soul's.

I'm awake, but my soul is still sleeping in your heart.

Behind every soul there is at least one other soul, within each heart a bigger heart, like a day or like a night that unfolds from itself in turn, more alive, more hopeful...

It is not possible to mix soul and clay and not get oblivion.

What you do not love with all your soul you cannot reach with all your soul.