I Don't Choose What I Compose. It

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

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

A Symphony Must Be Like The World. It Must Contain Everything.

Tradition Is Not The Worship Of Ashes, But The Preservation Of Fire.

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.