Straightaway the ideas flow in upon me, directly from God.

I sometimes ponder on variation form and it seems to me it ought to be more restrained, purer.

The idea comes to me from outside of me - and is like a gift. I then take the idea and make it my own - that is where the skill lies.

If there is anyone here whom I have not insulted, I beg his pardon.

To follow in Beethoven's footsteps transcends one's strength.

What would become of all historical biography if it was written only with consideration for other peoples' feelings?

If we cannot write with the beauty of Mozart, let us at least try to write with his purity.