Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.

Why should the composer be more guilty than the poet who warms to fantasy by a strange flame, making an idea that inspires him the subject of his own very different treatment?

What a picture of a better world you have given us, Mozart!

A man endures misfortune without complaint.

One bites into the brass mouthpiece of his wooden cudgel, and the other blows his cheeks out on a French horn. Do you call that Art?

Approval or blame will follow in the world to come.

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.