Strange, I feel as if up to now I had written no more than a few notes.

Whoever tells a lie is not pure of heart, and such a person can not cook a clean soup.

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?

All my life I have regarded myself as one of Mozart's greatest admirers, and I will remain one until my last breath.

Don't only practise your art, but force your way into its secrets.

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.

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