Both My Marriages Were Failures! Number One

I Don't Choose What I Compose. It Chooses Me.

Beauty And Fullness Of Tone Can Be Achieved By Having The Whole Orchestra Play With High Clarinets And A Carefully Selected Number Of Piccolos.

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.

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

A True Personality . . . Is Like A Robust Organism That, With Unconscious Sureness, Seeks Out And Digests The Nourishment Appropriate To It And Vigorously Rejects That Which Is Unsuitable.