We All Make Mistakes, But Everyone Makes

The Amount Of Money One Needs Is Terrifying.

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

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.

Tones Sound, And Roar And Storm About Me Until I Have Set Them Down In Notes.

What You Are, You Are By Accident Of Birth; What I Am, I Am By Myself. There Are And Will Be A Thousand Princes; There Is Only One Beethoven.