Discipline, Work. Work, Discipline.

I Hope You Will No Longer Accuse Me Of A Lack Of Delicacy. As I Now Count On Your Understanding.

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

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

I Don't Choose What I Compose. It Chooses Me.

Tradition Is Not The Worship Of Ashes, But The Preservation Of Fire.