There Is No Greater Pleasure For Me

Art! Who Comprehends Her? With Whom Can One Consult Concerning This Great Goddess?

You Ask Me Where I Get My Ideas. That I Cannot Tell You With Certainty. They Come Unsummoned, Directly, Indirectly - I Could Seize Them With My Hands - Out In The Open Air, In The Woods, While Walking, In The Silence Of The Nights, At Dawn, Excited By Moods Which Are Translated By The Poet Into Words, By Me Into Tones That Sound And Roar And Storm About Me Till I Have Set Them Down In Notes.

There Ought To Be Only One Large Art Warehouse In The World, To Which The Artist Could Carry His Art-works And From Which He Could Carry Away Whatever He Needed. As It Is One Must Be Half A Tradesman.

Never Forget The Days I Spent With You. Continue To Be My Friend, As You Will Always Find Me Yours.

Only The Flint Of A Man's Mind Can Strike Fire In Music.