If I contemplate myself as part of the Universe: what am I?
Applaud my friends, the comedy is over... [on his death bed]
I can do nothing but think of you... What have you done to me? Can't you remove the spell you have cast over me?
What I have in my heart and soul - must find a way out. That's the reason for music.
Music is like a dream. One that I cannot hear.
I liked your opera. I think I will set it to music.