Ich werde im Himmel hören!
(I will hear in heaven!)
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Ich werde im Himmel hören!
(I will hear in heaven!)
Must it be? It must be.
Music is the electrical soil in which the spirit lives, thinks, and invents.
The world is a king, and like a king, desires flattery in return for favor; but true art is selfish and perverse — it will not submit to the mold of flattery.
Off with you! You're a happy fellow, for you'll give happiness and joy to many other people. There is nothing better or greater than that!
Artists are fiery, they do not weep!
I change many things, discard others, and try again and again until I am satisfied. Then, in my head, I begin to elaborate the work in its breadth, its narrowness, its height, its depth... I hear and see the image in front of me from every angle, as if it had been cast, and only the labour of writing it down remains.
Art! Who comprehends her? With whom can one consult concerning this great goddess?
Such incidents brought me to the verge of despair, but little more and I would have put an end to my life, only art it was that withheld me, ah, it seemed impossible to leave the world until I had produced all that I had felt called upon to produce.
Don't only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets; art deserves that, for it and knowledge can raise man to the Divine.