I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.

I am composing like a god, as if it simply had to be done as it has been done.

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

I try to be outdoors as much as I can.

I never force myself to be devout except when I feel so inspired, and never compose hymns of prayers unless I feel within me real and true devotion.

There are eight girls in the house in which I am living, and practically all of them are good looking. You can realize that I am kept busy.