Artists Who Have Won Fame Are Often

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

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.

There Is No Loftier Mission Than To Approach The Godhead More Nearly Than Other Mortals, And By Means Of That Contact To Spread The Rays Of The Godhead Through The Human Race.

He That Divines The Secret Of My Music Is Freed From The Unhappiness That Haunts The Whole World Of Men.

Do You Think I Give A Damn About Your And Your Pathetic Violin?