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There Is No Greater Pleasure For Me Than To Practice And Exhibit My Art.

It Is The Power Of Music To Carry One Directly Into The Mental State Of The Composer.

You Ask Me Where I Get My Ideas. That I Cannot Tell You With Certainty. They Come Unsummoned, Directly, Indirectly - I Could Seize Them With My Hands - Out In The Open Air, In The Woods, While Walking, In The Silence Of The Nights, At Dawn, Excited By Moods Which Are Translated By The Poet Into Words, By Me Into Tones That Sound And Roar And Storm About Me Till I Have Set Them Down In Notes.

Art! Who Comprehends Her? With Whom Can One Consult Concerning This Great Goddess?

Oh, How Beautiful It Is To Be Alive - Would That I Could Live A Thousand Times