An Operetta Is Simply A Small And

The Impressions Of The Spriritual Experiences Gave My Future Life Its Form And Content.

A True Personality . . . Is Like A Robust Organism That, With Unconscious Sureness, Seeks Out And Digests The Nourishment Appropriate To It And Vigorously Rejects That Which Is Unsuitable.

I Am Hitting My Head Against The Walls, But The Walls Are Giving Way.

I Live Like A Hottentot. I Cannot Exchange One Sensible Word With Anyone.

Tradition Is The Spreading Of Fire And Not The Veneration Of Ashes.