But it's peculiar, as soon as I am in the midst of nature and by myself, everything that is base and trivial vanishes without trace. On such days nothing scares me; and this helps me again and again.

The spirit can assert itself only through the medium of clear form.

Life's been nothing but paperwork.

It is strange how one feels drawn forward without knowing at first where one is going.

I don't choose what I compose. It chooses me.

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.

Spring won't let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again.