There are two contrary impulses which govern this man's brain-the one sane, and the other eccentric. They alternate at regular intervals.

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

A man endures misfortune without complaint.

I want you for always...days, years, eternities.

I am composing like a god, as if it simply had to be done as it has been done.

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.

There are eight girls in the house in which I am living, and practically all of them are good looking. You can realize that I am kept busy.