He that divines the secret of my music is freed from the unhappiness that haunts the whole world of men.

I love a tree more than a man.

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?

There ought to be only one large art warehouse in the world, to which the artist could carry his art-works and from which he could carry away whatever he needed. As it is one must be half a tradesman.

He who understand my music will remain free from the miseries that the other men are dragging with them .

Oh continue to love me, never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved. Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours.

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