What I Wanted And What

It's Not Just A Question Of Conquering A Summit Previously Unknown, But Of Tracing, Step By Step, A New Pathway To It.

When I Have Reached A Summit, I Leave It With Great Reluctance, Unless It Is To Reach For Another, Higher One.

But It's Peculiar, As Soon As I Am In The Midst Of Nature And By Myself, Everything That Is Base And Trivial Vanishes Without Trace. On Such Days Nothing Scares Me; And This Helps Me Again And Again.

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.

If I Weren't The Way I Am, I Shouldn't Write My Symphonies.