The Worship Of Adonis Is United With

The Colour Of My Soul Is Iron-grey And Sad Bats Wheel About The Steeple Of My Dreams.

Extreme Complication Is Contrary To Art.

Inspiration And Ideas Only Come To Me When I Have Not Had A Woman In A Very Long Time... Ballads, Polonaises, Even A Whole Concerto May Have Been Lost Forever Up Your Des Durka, I Can't Tell You How Many. I Have Been So Deeply Engulfed In My Love For You I Have Hardly Created Anything.

Beauty Must Appeal To The Senses, Must Provide Us With Immediate Enjoyment, Must Impress Us Or Insinuate Itself Into Us Without Any Effort On Our Part.

The Attraction Of The Virtuoso For The Public Is Very Like That Of The Circus For The Crowd. There Is Always The Hope That Something Dangerous May Happen.