I Don't Choose What I Compose. It

All That Is Not Perfect Down To The Smallest Detail Is Doomed To Perish.

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.

Never Let Oneself Be Guided By The Opinion Of One's Contemporaries. Continue Steadfastly On One's Way.

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.