There Is No Greater Pleasure For Me

When I Open My Eyes I Must Sigh, For What I See Is Contrary To My Religion, And I Must Despise The World Which Does Not Know That Music Is A Higher Revelation Than All Wisdom And Philosophy.

From The Glow Of Enthusiasm I Let The Melody Escape.

Strange, I Feel As If Up To Now I Had Written No More Than A Few Notes.

I Change Many Things, Discard Others, And Try Again And Again Until I Am Satisfied; Then, In My Head, I Being To Elaborate The Work In Its Breadth, Its Narrowness, Its Height, Its Depth...i Hear And See The Image In Front Of Me From Every Angle As If It Had Been Cast And Only The Labour Of Writing It Down Remains.

I Will Seize Fate By The Throat; It Shall Certainly Never Wholly Overcome Me.