I want you for always...days, years, eternities.
The world resembles a stage on which every man is playing a part.
Above all things, I must not get angry. If I do get angry I knock all the teeth out of the mouth of the poor wretch who has angered me.
I am in the world only for the purpose of composing.
A man endures misfortune without complaint.
It sometimes seems to me as if I do not belong to this world at all. I deplore music that engenders in people not love but madness: which rouses them to scornful laughter instead of lifting their thoughts to God.