Tradition Is Tending The Flame, Not Worshiping

Don't Bother Looking At The View - I Have Already Composed It.

Destiny Smiles Upon Me But Without Making Me The Least Bit Happier.

But It's Peculiar, As Soon As I Am In The Midst Of Nature And By Myself, Everything That Is Base And Trivial Vanishes Without Trace. On Such Days Nothing Scares Me; And This Helps Me Again And Again.

A Symphony Must Be Like The World. It Must Contain Everything.

I Am Thrice Homeless, As A Native Of Bohemia In Austria, As An Austrian Among Germans, And As A Jew Throughout The World. Everywhere An Intruder, Never Welcomed.