Love, Love, Love, That Is The Soul

I Love It When An Aria Fits A Singer As Perfectly As A Suit Of Well-tailored Clothes.

The Taste Of Death Is Upon My Lips. I Feel Something That Is Not Of This Earth.

When I Am At Peace With Myself . . . Then Thoughts Flow Into Me Most Easily And At Their Best. Where They Come From And How - That I Cannot Say . . . I'd Be Willing To Work Forever And Forever If I Were Permitted To Write Only Such Music As I Want To Write And Can Write - Which I Myself Think Good.

A Bachelor, In My Opinion, Is Only Half Alive.

I Really Do Not Aim At Any Originality.