You ask me where I get my ideas. That I cannot tell you with certainty. They come unsummoned, directly, indirectly - I could seize them with my hands - out in the open air, in the woods, while walking, in the silence of the nights, at dawn, excited by moods which are translated by the poet into words, by me into tones that sound and roar and storm about me till I have set them down in notes.

There ought to be only one large art warehouse in the world, to which the artist could carry his art-works and from which he could carry away whatever he needed. As it is one must be half a tradesman.

Let your deafness no longer be a secret - even in art.

Wherever you are, I am there also.

Nothing is more intolerable than to have to admit to yourself your own errors.

I want to seize fate by the throat.

I know of no more sacred duty than to rear and educate a child.