I Am More And More Convinced That

Art Is The Most Beautiful Deception Of All! And Although People Try To Incorporate The Everyday Events Of Life In It, We Must Hope That It Will Remain A Deception Lest It Become A Utilitarian Thing, Sad As A Factory.

I Wish To Sing Of My Interior Visions With The Naive Candour Of A Child.

Inspiration And Ideas Only Come To Me When I Have Not Had A Woman In A Very Long Time... Ballads, Polonaises, Even A Whole Concerto May Have Been Lost Forever Up Your Des Durka, I Can't Tell You How Many. I Have Been So Deeply Engulfed In My Love For You I Have Hardly Created Anything.

People Come To Music To Seek Oblivion: Is That Not Also A Form Of Deception?

The Colour Of My Soul Is Iron-grey And Sad Bats Wheel About The Steeple Of My Dreams.