Artists Are Fiery; They Do Not Weep.

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.

I Love A Tree More Than A Man.

It Is My Wish That You May Have At Better And Freer Life Than I Have Had. Recommend Virtue To Your Children; It Alone, Not Money, Can Make Them Happy. I Speak From Experience; This Was What Upheld Me In Time Of Misery.

Don't Regard Yourself As Too Divine To Improve, Occasionally, Your Own Works.

It Seemed Unthinkable For Me To Leave The World Forever Before I Had Produced All That I Felt Called Upon To Produce