To My Eyes And Ears The Organ

Music Is My Life And My Life Is Music. Anyone Who Does Not Understand This Is Not Worthy Of God.

An Astonishing Number Of Kisses Are Flying About! I See A Whole Crowd Of Them. Ha! Ha! I Have Just Caught Three - They Are Delicious... I Kiss You Millions Of Times.

When I Am At Peace With Myself . . . Then Thoughts Flow Into Me Most Easily And At Their Best. Where They Come From And How - That I Cannot Say . . . I'd Be Willing To Work Forever And Forever If I Were Permitted To Write Only Such Music As I Want To Write And Can Write - Which I Myself Think Good.

The Taste Of Death Is Upon My Lips. I Feel Something That Is Not Of This Earth.

I Really Do Not Aim At Any Originality.