This is not a brook [Bach means "brook" in German], it's an ocean.
I have always reckoned myself among the greatest admirers of Mozart, and shall do so till the day of my death.
Love demands all, and has a right to all.
Do you think I give a damn about your and your pathetic violin?
Don't only practise your art, but force your way into its secrets.
She was such a good loving mother, my best friend. Oh, who was happier than I when I could still say the dear name "Mother," and it was heard, and whom can I say it to now?