Destiny Smiles Upon Me But Without Making

Behind Me The Branches Of A Wasted And Sterile Existence Are Cracking.

The Further The Music Develops, The More Complex The Apparatus Used By The Composer To Express His Thoughts Becomes.

I Live Like A Hottentot. I Cannot Exchange One Sensible Word With Anyone.

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.

Even If People Censure Me, They Should Do So Hat In Hand.