She Was Such A Good Loving Mother,

I Want To Seize Fate By The Throat.

Only Art And Science Make Us Suspect The Existence Of Life To A Higher Level, And Maybe Also Instill Hope Thereof.

Only Art And Science Can Raise Men To The Level Of God.

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.

How Glad I Am To Be Able To Roam In The Wood And Thicket, Among Trees And Flowers And Rocks ... In The Country, Every Tree Seems To Speak To Me, Saying, "holy! Holy", In The Woods, There Is Enchantment Which Expresses All Things.