Never Mind, Put Any Book

These, Too, Seem To Me So Ambiguous, So Vague, So Easily Misunderstood In Comparison To Genuine Music, Which Fills The Soul With A Thousand Things Better Than Words.

Ever Since I Began To Compose, I Have Remained True To My Starting Principle: Not To Write A Page Because No Matter What Public, Or What Pretty Girl Wanted It To Be Thus Or Thus; But To Write Solely As I Myself Thought Best, And As It Gave Me Pleasure.

The Essence Of Beauty Is Unity In Variety.

No One Can Bar Me From Joyfully Proceeding On What The Great Masters Have Left Us; After All, To Rediscover Everything Again, Should Be Understood To Be Unfounded. But One Should However Proceed On Merit, And Not Simply Repeat Wat Was. All Genius, Sincere, Deserves His Place, Even Though Maybe Later In Life.

People Usually Complain That Music Is So Ambiguous, And What They Are Supposed To Think When They Hear It Is So Unclear, While Words Are Understood By Everyone. But For Me It Is Exactly The Opposite...what The Music I Love Expresses To Me Are Thoughts Not To Indefinite For Words, But Rather Too Definite.