An Operetta Is Simply A Small And

I Am Thrice Homeless, As A Native Of Bohemia In Austria, As An Austrian Among Germans, And As A Jew Throughout The World. Everywhere An Intruder, Never Welcomed.

Beauty And Fullness Of Tone Can Be Achieved By Having The Whole Orchestra Play With High Clarinets And A Carefully Selected Number Of Piccolos.

Behind Me The Branches Of A Wasted And Sterile Existence Are Cracking.

I Don't Let Myself Get Carried Away By My Own Ideas; I Abandon 19 Out Of 20 Of Them Every Day.

With The Coming Of Spring, I Am Calm Again.