To Play Without Passion Is Inexcusable!

Oh You Men Who Think Or Say That I Am Malevolent, Stubborn, Or Misanthropic, How Greatly Do You Wrong Me. You Do Not Know The Secret Cause Which Makes Me Seem That Way To You. Oh How Harshly Was I Flung Back By The Doubly Sad Experience Of My Bad Hearing.

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.

Music Is The Wine Which Inspires One To New Generative Processes, And I Am Bacchus Who Presses Out This Glorious Wine For Mankind And Makes Them Spiritually Drunken.

Strange, I Feel As If Up To Now I Had Written No More Than A Few Notes.

The Foundation Of Friendship Demands The Greatest Likeness Of Human Souls And Hearts.