Artists Are Fiery; They Do Not Weep.

I Love A Tree More Than A Man.

But What A Humiliation For Me When Someone Standing Next To Me Heard A Flute In The Distance And I Heard Nothing, Or Someone Standing Next To Me Heard A Shepherd Singing And Again I Heard Nothing. Such Incidents Drove Me Almost To Despair; A Little More Of That And I Would Have Ended My Life - It Was Only My Art That Held Me Back.

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

What I Have In My Heart And Soul - Must Find A Way Out. That's The Reason For Music.

Even In Poverty I Lived Like A King For I Tell You That Nobility Is The Thing That Makes A King