With the coming of spring, I am calm again.

If I weren't the way I am, I shouldn't write my symphonies.

I am hitting my head against the walls, but the walls are giving way.

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 am happiest when I don't know what's coming next.

'No comment' is a splendid expression. I am using it again and again.