Oh Continue To Love Me, Never Misjudge

You Ask Me Where I Get My Ideas. That I Cannot Tell You With Certainty. They Come Unsummoned, Directly, Indirectly - I Could Seize Them With My Hands - Out In The Open Air, In The Woods, While Walking, In The Silence Of The Nights, At Dawn, Excited By Moods Which Are Translated By The Poet Into Words, By Me Into Tones That Sound And Roar And Storm About Me Till I Have Set Them Down In Notes.

An Artist Is Someone Who Has Learned To Trust In Himself.

Men Are Not Only Together When They Are With Each Other; Even The Distant And The Dead Live With Us.

All My Life I Have Regarded Myself As One Of Mozart's Greatest Admirers, And I Will Remain One Until My Last Breath.

I Shall Hear In Heaven.