To Judge A Composer's Work, One Must

The Impressions Of The Spriritual Experiences Gave My Future Life Its Form And Content.

You Must Renounce All Superficiality, All Convention, All Vanity And Delusion.

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

Spring Won't Let Me Stay In This House Any Longer! I Must Get Out And Breathe The Air Deeply Again.

To Write A Symphony Is, For Me, To Construct A World.