I want you for always...days, years, eternities.
If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have.
Approval or blame will follow in the world to come.
The world resembles a stage on which every man is playing a part.
You believe happiness to be derived from the place in which once you have been happy, but in truth it is centered in ourselves.
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?