With the coming of spring, I am calm again.

I was a crazy young man who let himself be blinded by his passions and obeyed only the impulses of the moment.

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

What I wanted and what I visualized while composing has not always been realized.

With the coming of spring, I am calm again.

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.

If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music.