I have become a different person. I don't know whether this person is better, he certainly is not happier.

Destiny smiles upon me but without making me the least bit happier.

It is strange how one feels drawn forward without knowing at first where one is going.

In its beginnings, music was merely chamber music, meant to be listened to in a small space by a small audience.

Behind me the branches of a wasted and sterile existence are cracking.

It's not just a question of conquering a summit previously unknown, but of tracing, step by step, a new pathway to it.

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.