To Write A Symphony Is, For Me,

I Don't Choose What I Compose. It Chooses Me.

I Am Hitting My Head Against The Walls, But The Walls Are Giving Way.

The Real Art Of Conducting Consists In Transitions.

Spring Won't Let Me Stay In This House Any Longer! I Must Get Out And Breathe The Air Deeply Again.

All That Is Not Perfect Down To The Smallest Detail Is Doomed To Perish.