My manuscripts sleep, while I cannot, for I am covered with poultices.

As something has involuntarily crept into my head through my eyes,I love to indulge it, even though it may be all wrong.

Man is never always happy, and very often only a brief period of happiness is granted him in this world; so why escape from this dream which cannot last long?

I feel like a novice, just as I felt before I knew anything of the keyboard. It is far too original, and I shall end up not being able to learn it myself.

Simplicity is the final achievement.

Play Mozart in memory of me - and I will hear you.

Bach is like an astronomer who, with the help of ciphers, finds the most wonderful stars . . . Beethoven embraced the universe with the power of his spirit . . . I do not climb so high. A long time ago I decided that my universe will be the soul and heart of man.