You Cannot Imagine How It Spoils One

My Mind And Fingers Have Worked Like The Damned. Homer, The Bible, Plato, Locke, Lamartine, Chateaubriand, Beethoven, Bach, Hummel, Mozart, Weber Are All Around Me. I Study Them. I Devour Them With Fury.

A Theatre Receives Recognition Through Its Initiative, Which Is Indispensable For First-rate Performances.

Mournful And Yet Grand Is The Destiny Of The Artist.

Brahms' Variations Are Better Than Mine, But Mine Were Written Before His.

I Foster A Sorrowful Conception Of Affection. Make No Sacrifices.