Companions, In Misery And Worse,

I Foster A Sorrowful Conception Of Affection. Make No Sacrifices.

My Mind And Fingers Have Worked Like The Damned. Homer, The Bible, Plato, Locke, Lamartine, Chateaubriand, Beethoven, Bach, Hummel, Mozart, Weber Are All Around Me. I Study Them. I Devour Them With Fury.

Music Is Never Stationary; Successive Forms And Styles Are Only Like So Many Resting-places - Like Tents Pitched And Taken Down Again On The Road To The Ideal.

Life Is Only A Long And Bitter Suicide, And Faith Alone Can Transform This Suicide Into A Sacrifice.

Mournful And Yet Grand Is The Destiny Of The Artist.