Behind me the branches of a wasted and sterile existence are cracking.
Tradition is the spreading of fire and not the veneration of ashes.
The point is not to take the world's opinion as a guiding star but to go one's way in life and working unerringly, neither depressed by failure nor seduced by applause.
The spirit can assert itself only through the medium of clear form.
I hope you will no longer accuse me of a lack of delicacy. as I now count on your understanding.
There is a world of difference between a Mahler eighth note and a normal eighth note.