O Mozart, immortal Mozart, how many, how infinitely many inspiring suggestions of a finer, better life you have left in our souls!

When all hopes of recognition or honor have faded into distant memory, when purity of heart meets sorrow of mind, when all the world seems to walk in blindness and yet a man works without wearying for that which he loves...only in this moment is passion truly understood

There is no such thing as happy music.

I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.

Our castle is not imposing, but is well built, and surrounded by a very fine garden. I live in the bailiff's house.

I never force myself to be devout except when I feel so inspired, and never compose hymns of prayers unless I feel within me real and true devotion.

If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have.