Art demands of us that we shall not stand still.

What I have in my heart and soul - must find a way out. That's the reason for music.

From the glow of enthusiasm I let the melody escape. I pursue it. Breathless I catch up with it. It flies again, it disappears, it plunges into a chaos of diverse emotions. I catch it again, I seize it, I embrace it with delight... I multiply it by modulations, and at last I triumph in the first theme. There is the whole symphony.

Art! Who comprehends her? With whom can one consult concerning this great goddess?

Music is like a dream. One that I cannot hear.

No friend have I. I must live by myself alone; but I know well that God is nearer to me than others in my art, so I will walk fearlessly with Him.

I shall hear in heaven.