Mournful And Yet Grand Is The Destiny

I Did Not Compose My Work As One Might Put On A Church Vestment... Rather It Sprung From The Truly Fervent Faith Of My Heart, Such As I Have Felt It Since My Childhood.

A Person Of Any Mental Quality Has Ideas Of His Own. This Is Common Sense.

For The Virtuoso, Musical Works Are In Fact Nothing But Tragic And Moving Materializations Of His Emotions; He Is Called Upon To Make Them Speak, Weep, Sing And Sigh, To Recreate Them In Accordance With His Own Consciousness. In This Way He, Like The Composer, Is A Creator, For He Must Have Within Himself Those Passions That He Wishes To Bring So Intensely To Life.

I Conclude That The Wagnerian Operas Which Are Already In The Repertoire, And Other Masterworks As Well, Stand In No Further Need Of My Services.

Companions, In Misery And Worse, That Is What We All Are, And To Try To Change This Substantially Avails Us Nothing.