A Great Poet Is The Most Precious

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.

One Must Not Hold One's Self So Divine As To Be Unwilling Occasionally To Make Improvements In One's Creations.

All My Life I Have Regarded Myself As One Of Mozart's Greatest Admirers, And I Will Remain One Until My Last Breath.

I Want To Seize Fate By The Throat.

Do You Think I Give A Damn About Your And Your Pathetic Violin?