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.

Handel, to him I bow the knee.

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.

I shall hear in heaven.

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

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.

Anyone who tells a lie has not a pure heart, and cannot make a good soup.