Life's Been Nothing But Paperwork.

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.

To Write A Symphony Is, For Me, To Construct A World.

I Don't Choose What I Compose. It Chooses Me.

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

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.