Only Art And Science Make Us Suspect

Good Morning, On July 7 My Thoughts Go Out To You, My Immortal Beloved I Can Only Live Wholly With You Or Not At All- Be Calm My Life, My All. Only By Calm Consideration Of Our Existence Can We Achieve Our Purpose To Live Together. Oh Continue To Love Me, Never Misjudge The Most Faithful Heart Of Your Beloved. Ever Thine Ever Mine Ever Yours

One Must Not Hold One's Self So Divine As To Be Unwilling Occasionally To Make Improvements In One's Creations.

Music Can Change The World.

You Ask Me Where I Get My Ideas. That I Cannot Tell You With Certainty. They Come Unsummoned, Directly, Indirectly - I Could Seize Them With My Hands - Out In The Open Air, In The Woods, While Walking, In The Silence Of The Nights, At Dawn, Excited By Moods Which Are Translated By The Poet Into Words, By Me Into Tones That Sound And Roar And Storm About Me Till I Have Set Them Down In Notes.

It Is My Belief One Should Not Belittle The Artist; While, However Glorious His Fame May Seem, His Time On Mount Olympus As An Honourable Guest Of Zeus Is Short. It's A Pity, But All Too Eager Will The Common Folk Drag Him From This Etherial Heights To The Low And Trodden Earth.