The Real Art Of Conducting

It Should Be One’s Sole Endeavor To See Everything Afresh And Create It Anew.

I Am Thrice Homeless, As A Native Of Bohemia In Austria, As An Austrian Among Germans, And As A Jew Throughout The World. Everywhere An Intruder, Never Welcomed.

That Which Draws Us By Its Mystical Force; What Every Created Thing, Even The Very Stones, Feels With Absolute Certainty As The Center Of Its Being... Is The Force Of Love. Christians Call This "eternal Blessedness." It Is A Necessity Of Man For Growth And Joy.

With The Coming Of Spring, I Am Calm Again.

Behind Me The Branches Of A Wasted And Sterile Existence Are Cracking.