If I Weren't The Way I Am,

I Hope You Will No Longer Accuse Me Of A Lack Of Delicacy. As I Now Count On Your Understanding.

Both My Marriages Were Failures! Number One Departed, And Number Two Stayed

A True Personality . . . Is Like A Robust Organism That, With Unconscious Sureness, Seeks Out And Digests The Nourishment Appropriate To It And Vigorously Rejects That Which Is Unsuitable.

If I Weren't The Way I Am, I Shouldn't Write My Symphonies.

Tradition Is The Spreading Of Fire And Not The Veneration Of Ashes.