Writing Music Is My One And Only

You Know That I Immerse Myself In Music, So To Speak- That I Think About It All Day Long- That I Like Experimenting- Studying- Reflecting.

God Is Ever Before My Eyes. I Realize His Omnipotence And I Fear His Anger; But I Also Recognize His Compassion, And His Tenderness Towards His Creatures.

Nor Do I Hear In My Imagination The Parts Successively, But I Hear Them, As It Were, All At Once (gleich Dies Zusammen). What A Delight This Is I Cannot Tell ! All This Inventing, This Producing, Takes Place In A Pleasing Lively Dream.

I Must Give You A Piece Of Intelligence That You Perhaps Already Know, Namely That The Ungodly Arch-villain Voltaire Has Died Miserably Like A Dog, Just Like A Brute. That Is His Reward!

As Death, When We Come To Consider It Closely, Is The True Goal Of Our Existence . . .