I am hitting my head against the walls, but the walls are giving way.

If I weren't the way I am, I shouldn't write my symphonies.

I also had a brother who was like me a musician and a composer. A man of great talent, far more gifted than I. He died very young... he killed himself in the prime of his life.

The call of love sounds very hollow among these immobile rocks.

I hope you will no longer accuse me of a lack of delicacy. as I now count on your understanding.

Discipline, work. Work, discipline.

For the last month I have been a strict vegetarian. The moral effects of this regime are immense, owing to the voluntary subjugation of the flesh and the resulting absence of desires. You will appreciate how full I am of this idea when I tell you that I expect it to work the regeneration of mankind. I advise you to change over to a natural way of life, with proper nourishment (wholemeal bread), and you will soon feel the benefit.