The Music Is The Only Corporeal Introduction

I Carry My Thoughts About With Me For A Long Time... Before Writing Them Down... Once I Have Grasped A Theme. I Shall Not Forget It Even Years Later. I Change Many Things, Discard Others, And Try Again And Again Until I Am Satisfied; Then, In My Head... [the Work] Rises, It Grows, I Hear And See The Image N Front Of Me From Every Angle... And Only The Labor Of Writing It Down Remains... I Turn My Ideas Into Tones That Resound, Roar, And Rage Until At Last They Stand Before Me In The Form Of Notes.

An Artist Is Someone Who Has Learned To Trust In Himself.

What Will Be The Judgment A Century Hence Concerning The Lorded Works Of Our Favorite Composers Today? Inasmuch As Nearly Everything Is Subject To The Changes Of Time, And - More's The Pity- The Fashions Of Time, Only That Which Is Good And True Will Endure Like A Rock And No Wanton Hand Will Ever Venture To Defile It. Then, Let Every Man Do That Which Is Right, Strive With All His Might Towards The Goal Which Can Never Be Obtained, Develop To The Last Breath The Gifts With Which The Gracious Creator Has Endowed Him, And Never Cease To Learn. For Life Is Short, Art Eternal.

The Real Artist Has No Pride. Unfortunately He Sees That His Art Has No Limits. He Feels Obscurely How Far He Is From The Goal. While He Is Perhaps Being Admired By Others, He Mourns The Fact That He Has Not Yet Reached The Point To Which His Better Genius, Like A Distant Sun, Ever Beckons To Him.

Don't Only Practice Your Art, But Force Your Way Into Its Secrets; Art Deserves That, For It And Knowledge Can Raise Man To The Divine.