It always makes me sad when I think of how I saw Wagner wasting his vitality, not only by singing their parts to some of his artists, but acting out the smallest details, and of how few they were who were responsive to his wishes.

I must have something to engross my thoughts, some object in life which will fill this vacuum, and prevent this sad wearing away of the heart.

I think that the Information Age is great, but there’s a downside to it obviously as well, and it’s that false information can be perpetuated so quickly. And it’s sad that so many people will believe it.

But I’m not like sad, depressed miserable person. I guess sometimes I give off that impression.

Someone once accused me of being like Eliot Ness. I sad no sir, I’m not E.N., but I can promise you that I’m not Al Capone!