An Operetta Is Simply A Small And

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.

The Call Of Love Sounds Very Hollow Among These Immobile Rocks.

It Is A Funny Thing, But When I Am Making Music, All The Answers I Seek For In Life Seem To Be There, In The Music. Or Rather, I Should Say, When I Am Making Music, There Are No Questions And No Need For Answers.

If I Weren't The Way I Am, I Shouldn't Write My Symphonies.

The Real Art Of Conducting Consists In Transitions.