Music is like a dream. One that I cannot hear.
It seemed unthinkable for me to leave the world forever before I had produced all that I felt called upon to produce
Let your deafness no longer be a secret - even in art.
He that divines the secret of my music is freed from the unhappiness that haunts the whole world of men.
ever thine, ever mine, ever ours
How glad I am to be able to roam in the wood and thicket, among trees and flowers and rocks ... in the country, every tree seems to speak to me, saying, "Holy! Holy", in the woods, there is enchantment which expresses all things.