I Thank My God For Graciously Granting

I Must Give You A Piece Of Intelligence That You Perhaps Already Know, Namely That The Ungodly Arch-villain Voltaire Has Died Miserably Like A Dog, Just Like A Brute. That Is His Reward!

True Perfection In All Things Is No Longer Known Or Prized - You Must Write Music That Is Either So Simple A Coachman Could Sing It, Or So Unintelligble That Audiences Like It Simply Because No Sane Person Could Understand It.

As Death, When We Come To Consider It Closely, Is The True Goal Of Our Existence, I Have Formed During The Last Few Years Such Close Relationships With This Best And Truest Friend Of Mankind That Death's Image Is Not Only No Longer Terrifying To Me, But Is Indeed Very Soothing And Consoling, And I Thank My God For Graciously Granting Me The Opportunity...of Learning That Death Is The Key Which Unlocks The Door To Our True Happiness.

Nor Do I Hear In My Imagination The Parts Successively, But I Hear Them, As It Were, All At Once (gleich Dies Zusammen). What A Delight This Is I Cannot Tell ! All This Inventing, This Producing, Takes Place In A Pleasing Lively Dream.

Creativity Is The Firing Of My Soul.