I Really Do Not Aim At Any

When I Am At Peace With Myself . . . Then Thoughts Flow Into Me Most Easily And At Their Best. Where They Come From And How - That I Cannot Say . . . I'd Be Willing To Work Forever And Forever If I Were Permitted To Write Only Such Music As I Want To Write And Can Write - Which I Myself Think Good.

I Am Never Happier Than When I Have Something To Compose, For That, After All, Is My Sole Delight And Passion

Nor Do I Hear In My Imagination The Parts Successively, But I Hear Them, As It Were, All At Once (gleich Dies Zusammen). What A Delight This Is I Cannot Tell ! All This Inventing, This Producing, Takes Place In A Pleasing Lively Dream.

When I Feel Well And In A Good Humour, Or When I Am Taking A Drive Or Walking After A Good Meal, Or In The Night When I Cannot Sleep, Thoughts Crowd Into My Mind As Easily As My Mind Might Wish.

Writing Music Is My One And Only Passion And Joy.