Love Demands All, And Has A Right

All My Life I Have Regarded Myself As One Of Mozart's Greatest Admirers, And I Will Remain One Until My Last Breath.

Anyone Who Tells A Lie Has Not A Pure Heart, And Cannot Make A Good Soup.

I Carry My Thoughts About With Me For A Long Time... Before Writing Them Down... Once I Have Grasped A Theme. I Shall Not Forget It Even Years Later. I Change Many Things, Discard Others, And Try Again And Again Until I Am Satisfied; Then, In My Head... [the Work] Rises, It Grows, I Hear And See The Image N Front Of Me From Every Angle... And Only The Labor Of Writing It Down Remains... I Turn My Ideas Into Tones That Resound, Roar, And Rage Until At Last They Stand Before Me In The Form Of Notes.

Oh Continue To Love Me, Never Misjudge The Most Faithful Heart Of Your Beloved. Ever Thine. Ever Mine. Ever Ours.

I Will Seize Fate By The Throat; It Shall Certainly Never Wholly Overcome Me.