I Have A Horror Of Sentimentality, And

In Opera, There Is Always Too Much Singing.

There Is Nothing More Musical Than A Sunset.

If We Look At The Works Of Js Bach ... On Each Page We Discover Things Which We Thought Were Born Only Yesterday, From Delightful Arabesques To An Overflowing Of Religious Feeling Greater Than Anything We Have Since Discovered.

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

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