The call of love sounds very hollow among these immobile rocks.
It should be one’s sole endeavor to see everything afresh and create it anew.
I was a crazy young man who let himself be blinded by his passions and obeyed only the impulses of the moment.
To write a symphony is, for me, to construct a world.
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.
When I have reached a summit, I leave it with great reluctance, unless it is to reach for another, higher one.