Creativity Is The Firing Of My Soul.

You Know That I Become Quite Powerless Whenever I Am Obliged To Write For An Instrument Which I Cannot Bear.

It Is When I Am, As It Were, Completely Myself, Entirely Alone, And Of Good Cheer.....that Ideas Flow Best And Most Abundantly. Whence And How They Come, I Know Not, Nor Can I Force Them.

I Must Give You A Piece Of Intelligence That You Perhaps Already Know, Namely That The Ungodly Arch-villain Voltaire Has Died Miserably Like A Dog, Just Like A Brute. That Is His Reward!

I Am A Fool. That Is Well Known.

For I Assure You, Without Travel, At Least For People From The Arts And Sciences, One Is A Miserable Creature!... A Man Of Mediocre Talents Always Remains Mediocre, May He Travel Or Not - But A Man Of Superior Talents, Which I Cannot Deny Myself To Have Without Being Blasphemous, Becomes - Bad, If He Always Stays In The Same Place.