If there is anyone here whom I have not insulted, I beg his pardon.
The idea comes to me from outside of me - and is like a gift. I then take the idea and make it my own - that is where the skill lies.
If we cannot write with the beauty of Mozart, let us at least try to write with his purity.
For the shallow delights of matrimony and opera I have no courage.
Without craftsmanship, inspiration is a mere reed shaken in the wind.
Ah, that tastes nice. Thank you.