Spring Won't Let Me Stay In This

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

It Is A Funny Thing, But When I Am Making Music, All The Answers I Seek For In Life Seem To Be There, In The Music. Or Rather, I Should Say, When I Am Making Music, There Are No Questions And No Need For Answers.

But It's Peculiar, As Soon As I Am In The Midst Of Nature And By Myself, Everything That Is Base And Trivial Vanishes Without Trace. On Such Days Nothing Scares Me; And This Helps Me Again And Again.

Discipline, Work. Work, Discipline.

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