One Bites Into The Brass Mouthpiece Of

One Bites Into The Brass Mouthpiece Of His Wooden Cudgel, And The Other Blows His Cheeks Out On A French Horn. Do You Call That Art?

Why Should The Composer Be More Guilty Than The Poet Who Warms To Fantasy By A Strange Flame, Making An Idea That Inspires Him The Subject Of His Own Very Different Treatment?

What A Picture Of A Better World You Have Given Us, Mozart!

I Am Composing Like A God, As If It Simply Had To Be Done As It Has Been Done.

A Man Endures Misfortune Without Complaint.