Cheer up, children, I am all right.

It is the melody which is the charm of music, and it is that which is most difficult to produce. The invention of a fine melody is a work of genius.

Rules are my very humble, obedient servants.

When I think upon my God, my heart is full of joy that the notes dance and leap from my pen.

When I think of my God, my heart dances within me for joy, and then my music has to dance, too.

I would give my best quartet for a good razor.

Whenever I think of God I can only conceive of Him as a Being infinitely great and infinitely good. This last quality of the divine nature inspires me with such confidence and joy that I could have written even a miserere in tempo allegro.