If I Weren't The Way I Am,

I Am Thrice Homeless, As A Native Of Bohemia In Austria, As An Austrian Among Germans, And As A Jew Throughout The World. Everywhere An Intruder, Never Welcomed.

In Bach, The Vital Cells Of Music Are United As The World Is In God.

Spring Won't Let Me Stay In This House Any Longer! I Must Get Out And Breathe The Air Deeply Again.

The Call Of Love Sounds Very Hollow Among These Immobile Rocks.

You Must Renounce All Superficiality, All Convention, All Vanity And Delusion.