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.

Love is in the air these days, so we thought we'd give a try to make your day a little brighter.

When all hopes of recognition or honor have faded into distant memory, when purity of heart meets sorrow of mind, when all the world seems to walk in blindness and yet a man works without wearying for that which he loves...only in this moment is passion truly understood

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have.

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

I am in the world only for the purpose of composing.