I Can Live Only Wholly With You

Wherever You Are, I Am There Also.

Such Incidents Brought Me To The Verge Of Despair, But Little More And I Would Have Put An End To My Life - Only Art It Was That Withheld Me, - Ah, It Seemed Impossible To Leave The World Until I Had Produced All That I Had Felt Called Upon To Produce.

Tones Sound, And Roar And Storm About Me Until I Have Set Them Down In Notes.

From The Glow Of Enthusiasm I Let The Melody Escape.

Nothing Is More Intolerable Than To Have To Admit To Yourself Your Own Errors.