Even In Winter It Shall Be Green

England Is So Surrounded By The Boredom Of Conventionalities, That It Is All One To Them Whether Music Is Good Or Bad, Since They Have To Hear It From Morning Till Night. For Here They Have Flower-shows With Music, Dinners With Music, Sales With Music.

The Last Thing Is Simplicity. After Having Gone Through All The Difficulties, Having Played An Endless Number Of Notes, It Is Simplicity That Matters, With All Its Charm. It Is The Final Seal On Art. Anyone Who Strives For This To Begin With Will Be Disappointed. You Cannot Begin At The End.

After A Rest In Edinburgh, Where, Passing A Music-shop, I Heard Some Blind Man Playing A Mazurka Of Mine.

Play Mozart In Memory Of Me - And I Will Hear You.

The Earth Is Suffocating... Swear To Make Them Cut Me Open, So That I Won't Be Buried Alive.