No friend have I. I must live by myself alone; but I know well that God is nearer to me than others in my art, so I will walk fearlessly with Him.

Handel, to him I bow the knee.

My misfortune is doubly painful to me because it will result in my being misunderstood. For me there can be no recreation in the company of others, no intelligent conversation, no exchange of information with peers; only the most pressing needs can make me venture into society. I am obliged to live like an outcast.

Art! Who comprehends her? With whom can one consult concerning this great goddess?

Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman.

Never forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.

One must not hold one's self so divine as to be unwilling occasionally to make improvements in one's creations.