Life's Been Nothing But Paperwork.

With The Coming Of Spring, I Am Calm Again.

It Should Be One’s Sole Endeavor To See Everything Afresh And Create It Anew.

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

It Is Always The Same With Me; Only When I Experience Something Do I Compose, And Only When Composing Do I Experience! After All, A Musician's Nature Can Hardly Be Expressed In Words.

When I Have Reached A Summit, I Leave It With Great Reluctance, Unless It Is To Reach For Another, Higher One.