Ludwig Van Beethoven
My angel, my all, my very self ... my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us I can live only wholly with you or not at all ... Be calm love me today yesterday what tearful longings for you you you my life my all farewell. Oh continue to love never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved. Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours.
You ask me where I get my ideas. That I cannot tell you with certainty. They come unsummoned, directly, indirectly I could seize them with my hands out in the open air, in the woods, while walking, in the silence of the nights, at dawn, excited by moods which are translated by the poet into words, by me into tones that sound and roar and storm about me till I have set them down in notes.