If there is anyone here whom I have not insulted, I beg his pardon.
What would become of all historical biography if it was written only with consideration for other peoples' feelings?
I sometimes ponder on variation form and it seems to me it ought to be more restrained, purer.
To follow in Beethoven's footsteps transcends one's strength.
Ah, that tastes nice. Thank you.
The only true immortality lies in one's children.