To Write A Symphony Is, For Me,

If I Weren't The Way I Am, I Shouldn't Write My Symphonies.

The Call Of Love Sounds Very Hollow Among These Immobile Rocks.

Never Let Oneself Be Guided By The Opinion Of One's Contemporaries. Continue Steadfastly On One's Way.

Discipline, Work. Work, Discipline.

The Impressions Of The Spriritual Experiences Gave My Future Life Its Form And Content.