What A Picture Of A Better World

I Am Composing Like A God, As If It Simply Had To Be Done As It Has Been Done.

I Am In The World Only For The Purpose Of Composing.

Easy Mind, Light Heart. A Mind That Is Too Easy Hides A Heart That Is Too Heavy.

If Only Your Pure And Clean Mind Could Touch Me, Dear Haydn, Nobody Has A Greater Reverence For You Than I Have.

One Bites Into The Brass Mouthpiece Of His Wooden Cudgel, And The Other Blows His Cheeks Out On A French Horn. Do You Call That Art?