Spring won't let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again.
Fortunately, something always remains to be harvested. So let us not be idle.
Don't bother looking at the view - I have already composed it.
When I have reached a summit, I leave it with great reluctance, unless it is to reach for another, higher one.
Tradition is laziness.
Melodic invention is one of the surest signs of a divine gift.