One bites into the brass mouthpiece of his wooden cudgel, and the other blows his cheeks out on a French horn. Do you call that Art?

Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy.

I am composing like a god, as if it simply had to be done as it has been done.

I want you for always...days, years, eternities.

I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

Our castle is not imposing, but is well built, and surrounded by a very fine garden. I live in the bailiff's house.