Why should the composer be more guilty than the poet who warms to fantasy by a strange flame, making an idea that inspires him the subject of his own very different treatment?

What a picture of a better world you have given us, Mozart!

A man endures misfortune without complaint.

Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.

Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.

Who can do anything after Beethoven?

I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.