Straight-away The Ideas Flow In Upon Me,

We Cling Nervously To The Melody, But We Don't Handle It Freely, We Don't Really Make Anything New Out Of It, We Merely Overload It.

To Follow In Beethoven's Footsteps Transcends One's Strength.

What Would Become Of All Historical Biography If It Was Written Only With Consideration For Other Peoples' Feelings?

I Sometimes Ponder On Variation Form And It Seems To Me It Ought To Be More Restrained, Purer.

Those Who Enjoy Their Own Emotionally Bad Health And Who Habitually Fill Their Own Minds With The Rank Poisons Of Suspicion, Jealousy And Hatred, As A Rule Take Umbrage At Those Who Refuse To Do Likewise, And They Find A Perverted Relief In Trying To Denigrate Them.