Wherever You Are, I Am

He That Divines The Secret Of My Music Is Freed From The Unhappiness That Haunts The Whole World Of Men.

What Is To Reach The Heart Must Come From Above; If It Does Not Come From Thence, It Will Be Nothing But Notes, Body Without Spirit.

Art! Who Comprehends Her? With Whom Can One Consult Concerning This Great Goddess?

I Liked Your Opera. I Think I Will Set It To Music.

From The Glow Of Enthusiasm I Let The Melody Escape. I Pursue It. Breathless I Catch Up With It. It Flies Again, It Disappears, It Plunges Into A Chaos Of Diverse Emotions. I Catch It Again, I Seize It, I Embrace It With Delight... I Multiply It By Modulations, And At Last I Triumph In The First Theme. There Is The Whole Symphony.