I Am Hitting My Head

You Must Renounce All Superficiality, All Convention, All Vanity And Delusion.

If A Composer Could Say What He Had To Say In Words He Would Not Bother Trying To Say It In Music.

Don't Bother Looking At The View - I Have Already Composed It.

Spring Won't Let Me Stay In This House Any Longer! I Must Get Out And Breathe The Air Deeply Again.

Fortunately, Something Always Remains To Be Harvested. So Let Us Not Be Idle.