With The Coming Of Spring, I Am

A True Personality . . . Is Like A Robust Organism That, With Unconscious Sureness, Seeks Out And Digests The Nourishment Appropriate To It And Vigorously Rejects That Which Is Unsuitable.

Even If People Censure Me, They Should Do So Hat In Hand.

Behind Me The Branches Of A Wasted And Sterile Existence Are Cracking.

I Don't Let Myself Get Carried Away By My Own Ideas; I Abandon 19 Out Of 20 Of Them Every Day.

To Judge A Composer's Work, One Must Consider It As A Whole.