Wherever you are, I am there also.

I can do nothing but think of you... What have you done to me? Can't you remove the spell you have cast over me?

Hide your secret even from the closest friend; learn to be silent.

Men are not only together when they are with each other; even the distant and the dead live with us.

ever thine, ever mine, ever ours

I carry my thoughts about with me for a long time... before writing them down... once I have grasped a theme. I shall not forget it even years later. I change many things, discard others, and try again and again until I am satisfied; then, in my head... [the work] rises, it grows, I hear and see the image n front of me from every angle... and only the labor of writing it down remains... I turn my ideas into tones that resound, roar, and rage until at last they stand before me in the form of notes.

Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken.