The Idea Comes To Me

My Things Really Are Written With An Appalling Lack Of Practicality!

What Would Become Of All Historical Biography If It Was Written Only With Consideration For Other Peoples' Feelings?

Those Who Enjoy Their Own Emotionally Bad Health And Who Habitually Fill Their Own Minds With The Rank Poisons Of Suspicion, Jealousy And Hatred, As A Rule Take Umbrage At Those Who Refuse To Do Likewise, And They Find A Perverted Relief In Trying To Denigrate Them.

A Symphony Is No Joke.

Those Are Miracles That No Merely Human Brain Can Work. The Artist Is Merely The Sound Conduct Of A Force That Dictates To Him What He Should Do.