In Bach, The Vital Cells Of Music

Destiny Smiles Upon Me But Without Making Me The Least Bit Happier.

To Judge A Composer's Work, One Must Consider It As A Whole.

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.

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

I Have Become A Different Person. I Don't Know Whether This Person Is Better, He Certainly Is Not Happier.