Treasures Are No Longer To Be Got

Why Hurry Over Beautiful Things? Why Not Linger And Enjoy Them?

The Tea Is Ice-cold, The Room Grows Colder And Colder, But I Grow Warmer And Warmer.

Composing Gives Me Great Pleasure... There Is Nothing That Surpasses The Joy Of Creation, If Only Because Through It One Wins Hours Of Self-forgetfulness, When One Lives In A World Of Sound.

My Imagination Can Picture No Fairer Happiness Than To Continue Living For Art.

There Is Nothing Greater Than The Joy Of Composing Something Oneself And Then Listening To It.