Even if people censure me, they should do so hat in hand.

It should be one's sole endeavor to see everything afresh and create it anew.

Can this be endured at all? Won't people kill themselves afterwards?

Behind me the branches of a wasted and sterile existence are cracking.

I hope you will no longer accuse me of a lack of delicacy. as I now count on your understanding.

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.