I Am Hitting My Head Against The

A True Personality . . . Is Like A Robust Organism That, With Unconscious Sureness, Seeks Out And Digests The Nourishment Appropriate To It And Vigorously Rejects That Which Is Unsuitable.

It Is Always The Same With Me; Only When I Experience Something Do I Compose, And Only When Composing Do I Experience! After All, A Musician's Nature Can Hardly Be Expressed In Words.

I Beg Of You... Never Assume An Inner Or An Outer Pose, Never A Disguise.

Destiny Smiles Upon Me But Without Making Me The Least Bit Happier.

Fortunately, Something Always Remains To Be Harvested. So Let Us Not Be Idle.