Only When The Form Grows Clear To

If, While At The Piano, You Attempt To Form Little Melodies, That Is Very Well; But If They Come Into Your Mind Of Themselves, When You Are Not Practising, You May Be Still More Pleased; For The Internal Organ Of Music Is Then Roused In You. The Fingers Must Do What The Head Desires; Not The Contrary.

Send Light To The Dark Hearts Of Men, That Is The Duty The Artist.

The Poet Sees Better Than Other Mortals. I Do Not See Things As They Are, But According To My Own Subjective Impression, And This Makes Life Easier And Simpler.

Perhaps Only A Genius Can Truly Understand Genius.

That First Concept Is Alway The Most Naturally And Best. The Mind Errs, The Emotion Never.