I shall hear in heaven.

In praise of Thy goodness I must confess that Thou didst try with all Thy means to draw me to Thee. Sometimes it pleased Thee to let me feel the heavy hand of Thy displeasure and to humiliate my proud heart by manifold castigations. Sickness and misfortune didst Thou send upon me to turn my thoughts to my errantries.-One thing, only, O Father, do I ask: cease not to labor for my betterment. In whatsoever manner it be, let me turn to Thee and become fruitful in good works.

Everything should be at once surprising and inevitable.

What is to reach the heart must come from above; if it does not come from thence, it will be nothing but notes, body without spirit.

I wish you music to help with the burdens of life ,and to help you release your happiness to others.

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

Nothing is more intolerable than to have to admit to yourself your own errors.