I don't choose what I compose. It chooses me.

The call of love sounds very hollow among these immobile rocks.

If I weren't the way I am, I shouldn't write my symphonies.

I hope you will no longer accuse me of a lack of delicacy. as I now count on your understanding.

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.

In the theatrical works we love and admire the most, the ending of the drama generally takes place offstage.

When I have reached a summit, I leave it with great reluctance, unless it is to reach for another, higher one.