It is not light that we need but fire it is not the gentle shower but thunder. We need the storm the whirlwind and the earthquake.

Earth laughs in flowers.

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

Though everything else may appear shallow and repulsive even the smallest task in music is so absorbing and carries us so far away from town country earth and all worldly things that it is truly a blessed gift of God.

Beethoven can write music thank God but he can do nothing else on earth.

Editing is now the easiest thing on earth to do and all the things that evolved out of word processing - 'Oh let's put that sentence there let's get rid of this' - have become commonplace in films and music too.

The earth has grown old with its burden of care but at Christmas it always is young the heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair and its soul full of music breaks the air when the song of angels is sung.

The martial music of every sideburned delinquent on the face of the earth.

I mean don't forget the earth's about five thousand million years old at least. Who can afford to live in the past?

Sometimes I sit down to sketch at the unearthly hour of 3 in the morning!