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.

Fate gave to man the courage of endurance.

From the glow of enthusiasm I let the melody escape.

The guitar is an orchestra in itself.

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

I can live only wholly with you or not at all.

I shall hear in heaven.