The guitar is an orchestra in itself.

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?

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

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

My heart is full of many things there are moments when I feel that speech is nothing after all.

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

Handel, to him I bow the knee.