This Is What I Think

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.

Life And Art Are Not Two Different Things.

And Do You Agree With Me, That The First Condition Of An Artist Should Be To Bear Respect Toward What Is Great, And To Bow To It And Acknowledge It And Not Attempt To Extinguish Great Flames For The Sake Of Making His Own Rushlight Burn More Brightly?

I Dislike Nothing More Than Finding Fault With A Man's Nature Or Talent; It Only Depresses And Worries And Does No Good; One Cannot Add A Cubit To One's Stature, All Striving And Struggling Are Useless There, So One Has To Be Silent About It, And Let The Responsibility Rest With God.