What I wanted and what I visualized while composing has not always been realized.
All that is not perfect down to the smallest detail is doomed to perish.
Don't bother to look, I've composed all this already.
I don't choose what I compose. It chooses me.
I have become a different person. I don't know whether this person is better, he certainly is not happier.
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.