Händel is the greatest and ablest of all composers; from him I can still learn.

What you are, you are by accident of birth; what I am, I am by myself. There are and will be a thousand princes; there is only one Beethoven.

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

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.

I can live only wholly with you or not at all.

Art! Who comprehends her? With whom can one consult concerning this great goddess?

What I have in my heart and soul - must find a way out. That's the reason for music.