The World Resembles A Stage On Which

Who Can Do Anything After Beethoven?

Approval Or Blame Will Follow In The World To Come.

You Believe Happiness To Be Derived From The Place In Which Once You Have Been Happy, But In Truth It Is Centered In Ourselves.

I Am Composing Like A God, As If It Simply Had To Be Done As It Has Been Done.

One Bites Into The Brass Mouthpiece Of His Wooden Cudgel, And The Other Blows His Cheeks Out On A French Horn. Do You Call That Art?