Where words fail, music speaks.

I would give gladly all the hundreds of years that I have to live, to be a human being only for one day, and to have the hope of knowing the happiness of that glorious world above the stars.

Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.

Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.

It was clear to me, as I glanced back over my earlier life, that a loving Providence watched over me, that all was directed for me by a higher power.

Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.

In the days of Moses and the prophets such a man would have been counted among the wise men of the land; in the Middle Ages he would have been burned at the stake.