Fortunately, something always remains to be harvested. So let us not be idle.
Behind me the branches of a wasted and sterile existence are cracking.
When I have reached a summit, I leave it with great reluctance, unless it is to reach for another, higher one.
A symphony must be like the world. It must contain everything.
The point is not to take the world's opinion as a guiding star but to go one's way in life and working unerringly, neither depressed by failure nor seduced by applause.
I live like a Hottentot. I cannot exchange one sensible word with anyone.