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.
If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have.
Why does God endow us with compassion?
Approval or blame will follow in the world to come.
What a picture of a better world you have given us, Mozart!
Anyone who loves music can never be quite unhappy.