To Write A Symphony Is, For Me,

I Am Hitting My Head Against The Walls, But The Walls Are Giving Way.

I Live Like A Hottentot. I Cannot Exchange One Sensible Word With Anyone.

When I Have Reached A Summit, I Leave It With Great Reluctance, Unless It Is To Reach For Another, Higher One.

For The Last Month I Have Been A Strict Vegetarian. The Moral Effects Of This Regime Are Immense, Owing To The Voluntary Subjugation Of The Flesh And The Resulting Absence Of Desires. You Will Appreciate How Full I Am Of This Idea When I Tell You That I Expect It To Work The Regeneration Of Mankind. I Advise You To Change Over To A Natural Way Of Life, With Proper Nourishment (wholemeal Bread), And You Will Soon Feel The Benefit.

We All Return. It Is This Certainty That Gives Meaning To Life And It Does Not Make The Slightest Difference Whether Or Not In A Later Incarnation We Remember The Former Life. What Counts Is Not The Individual And His Comfort, But The Great Aspiration To The Perfect And The Pure Which Goes On In Each Incarnation.