I feel like a ghost wandering in a world grown alien. I cannot cast out the old way of writing, and I cannot acquire the new. I have made intense efforts to feel the musical manner of today, but it will not come to me...I always feel that my own music and my reactions to all music remained spiritually the same, unendingly obedient in trying to create beauty...The new kind of music seems to come not from the heart but from the head. It composers think rather than feel. They have not the capacity to make their works exult...They meditate, protest, analyse, reason, calculate, and brood - but they do not exult.The creation of art
that is not from the heart
but just from the head
makes for tunes that fall dead.