Straight-away the ideas flow in upon me, directly from God, and not only do I see distinct themes in my mind's eye, but they are clothed in the right forms, harmonies, and orchestration.

The only true immortality lies in one's children.

It is not hard to compose, but what is fabulously hard is to leave the superfluous notes under the table.

What would become of all historical biography if it was written only with consideration for other peoples' feelings?

My things really are written with an appalling lack of practicality!

Those are miracles that no merely human brain can work. The artist is merely the sound conduct of a Force that dictates to him what he should do.

If there is anyone here whom I have not insulted, I beg his pardon.