I shall hear in heaven.

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

Even in poverty I lived like a king for I tell you that nobility is the thing that makes a king

Handel is the greatest composer that ever lived... I would uncover my head and kneel down on his tomb.

The world is a king, and like a king, desires flattery in return for favor; but true art is selfish and perverse — it will not submit to the mold of flattery.

ever thine, ever mine, ever ours

Yet it was impossible for me to say to people, 'Speak louder, shout, for I am deaf.' Ah, how could I possibly admit an infirmity in the one sense which ought to be more perfect in me than others, a sense which I once possessed in the highest perfection, a perfection such as few in my profession enjoy or ever have enjoyed.