Truth Is A Great Flirt.

The Jew Continues To Monopolize Money, And He Loosens Or Strangles The Throat Of The State With The Loosening Or Strengthening Of His Purse Strings...he Has Empowered Himself With The Engines Of The Press, Which He Uses To Batter At The Foundations Of Society. He Is At The Bottom Of...every Enterprise That Will Demolish First Of All Thrones, Afterwards The Altar, Afterwards Civil Law.

As For Famous Men Who Were Not Artists, I Am Beginning To Be Tired Of Them. Those Poor Little Scoundrels Who Are Called Great Men Fill Me With Nothing But Overwhelming Horror.

I Find Little In The Works Of Beethoven, Berlioz, Wagner And Others When They Are Led By A Conductor Who Functions Like A Windmill.

Companions, In Misery And Worse, That Is What We All Are, And To Try To Change This Substantially Avails Us Nothing.

My Piano Is To Me What A Ship Is To The Sailor, What A Steed Is To The Arab. It Is The Intimate Personal Depository Of Everything That Stirred Wildly In My Brain During The Most Impassioned Days Of My Youth. It Was There That All My Wishes, All My Dreams, All My Joys, And All My Sorrows Lay.