An Operetta Is Simply A Small And

Life's Been Nothing But Paperwork.

I Am Hitting My Head Against The Walls, But The Walls Are Giving Way.

When I Have Reached A Summit, I Leave It With Great Reluctance, Unless It Is To Reach For Another, Higher One.

To Write A Symphony Is, For Me, To Construct A World.

That Which Draws Us By Its Mystical Force; What Every Created Thing, Even The Very Stones, Feels With Absolute Certainty As The Center Of Its Being... Is The Force Of Love. Christians Call This "eternal Blessedness." It Is A Necessity Of Man For Growth And Joy.