Franz Liszt,
Correspondence of Wagner and Liszt…
“ I am going from bad to worse every day, and lead an indescribably worthless life. Of real enjoyment of life I know nothing; to me "enjoyment of life, of love," is a matter of imagination, not of experience. In this manner my heart has to go to my brain, and my life becomes an artificial one; only as an "artist" I can live; in the artist my whole "man" has been sunk.If I could visit you in Weimar and see a performance of my operas now and then, I might perhaps still hope to recover. ”
