Where words fail, music speaks.
When the heart overflows, it comes out through the mouth.
I would like to paint the way a bird sings.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
I cannot write in verse, for I am no poet. I cannot arrange the parts of speech with such art, for I am no painter. But I can do so by means of sounds, for I am a musician.
All I insist on is that you should show the whole world that you are not afraid. Be silent, if you choose; but when it is necessary, speak - and speak in such a way that people will remember it.
