Spring won't let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again.
Gustav MahlerRead
But it's peculiar, as soon as I am in the midst of nature and by myself, everything that is base and trivial vanishes without trace. On such days nothing scares me; and this helps me again and again.
Spring won't let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again.
The impressions of the spriritual experiences gave my future life its form and content.
I am thrice homeless, as a native of Bohemia in Austria, as an Austrian among Germans, and as a Jew throughout the world. Everywhere an intruder, never welcomed.
I also had a brother who was like me a musician and a composer. A man of great talent, far more gifted than I. He died very young... he killed himself in the prime of his life.
The point is not to take the world's opinion as a guiding star but to go one's way in life and working unerringly, neither depressed by failure nor seduced by applause.
If you think you're boring your audience, go slower not faster.
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