An Operetta Is Simply A

Tradition Is Tending The Flame, Not Worshiping The Ashes.

It Is Strange How One Feels Drawn Forward Without Knowing At First Where One Is Going.

It's Not Just A Question Of Conquering A Summit Previously Unknown, But Of Tracing, Step By Step, A New Pathway To It.

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.

I Have Become A Different Person. I Don't Know Whether This Person Is Better, He Certainly Is Not Happier.