Behind me the branches of a wasted and sterile existence are cracking.
From Gustav Mahler
An operetta is simply a small and gay opera.
Beauty and fullness of tone can be achieved by having the whole orchestra play with high clarinets and a carefully selected number of piccolos.
Destiny smiles upon me but without making me the least bit happier.
Even if people censure me, they should do so hat in hand.
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.
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