I Write [music] As A Sow Piddles.

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!

Neither A Lofty Degree Of Intelligence Nor Imagination Nor Both Together Go To The Making Of Genius. Love, Love, Love, That Is The Soul Of Genius.

One Must Not Make Oneself Cheap Here - That Is A Cardinal Point - Or Else One Is Done. Whoever Is Most Impertinent Has The Best Chance.

To Talk Well And Eloquently Is A Very Great Art, But That An Equally Great One Is To Know The Right Moment To Stop.

You Know That I Immerse Myself In Music, So To Speak- That I Think About It All Day Long- That I Like Experimenting- Studying- Reflecting.