Fortunately, something always remains to be harvested. So let us not be idle.

Destiny smiles upon me but without making me the least bit happier.

The further the music develops, the more complex the apparatus used by the composer to express his thoughts becomes.

An operetta is simply a small and gay opera.

I have become a different person. I don't know whether this person is better, he certainly is not happier.

Never let oneself be guided by the opinion of one's contemporaries. Continue steadfastly on one's way.

Don't bother to look, I've composed all this already.