An Operetta Is Simply A Small And

Spring Won't Let Me Stay In This House Any Longer! I Must Get Out And Breathe The Air Deeply Again.

The Call Of Love Sounds Very Hollow Among These Immobile Rocks.

I Was A Crazy Young Man Who Let Himself Be Blinded By His Passions And Obeyed Only The Impulses Of The Moment.

Tradition Is Laziness.

Only When I Experience Do I Compose - Only When I Compose Do I Experience.