Artists Are Fiery; They Do Not Weep.

Men Are Not Only Together When They Are With Each Other; Even The Distant And The Dead Live With Us.

I Love A Tree More Than A Man.

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

But What A Humiliation For Me When Someone Standing Next To Me Heard A Flute In The Distance And I Heard Nothing, Or Someone Standing Next To Me Heard A Shepherd Singing And Again I Heard Nothing. Such Incidents Drove Me Almost To Despair; A Little More Of That And I Would Have Ended My Life - It Was Only My Art That Held Me Back.

I Carry My Thoughts About Me For A Long Time, Often A Very Long Time, Before I Write Them Down; Meanwhile My Memory Is So Faithful That I Am Sure Never To Forget, Not Even In Years, A Theme That Has Once Occurred To Me.