Fortunately, something always remains to be harvested. So let us not be idle.
Behind me the branches of a wasted and sterile existence are cracking.
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.
God can only be comprehended as Love.
Melodic invention is one of the surest signs of a divine gift.
What I wanted and what I visualized while composing has not always been realized.