Handel, to him I bow the knee.

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.

Only the flint of a man's mind can strike fire in music.

I change many things, discard others, and try again and again until I am satisfied; then, in my head, I being to elaborate the work in its breadth, its narrowness, its height, its depth...I hear and see the image in front of me from every angle as if it had been cast and only the labour of writing it down remains.

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

There is no greater pleasure for me than to practice and exhibit my art.

The barriers are not erected which can say to aspiring talents and industry, 'Thus far and no farther.'