Oh continue to love me, never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved. Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours.

I love a tree more than a man.

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

Oh, how beautiful it is to be alive - would that I could live a thousand times

Art always demands of us something new.

I have never thought of writing for reputation and honor. What I have in my heart must come out; that is the reason why I compose.

But what a humiliation for me when someone standing next to me heard a flute in the distance and I heard nothing, or someone standing next to me heard a shepherd singing and again I heard nothing. Such incidents drove me almost to despair; a little more of that and I would have ended my life - it was only my art that held me back.